When she pulled his hair, Lochlann made a surprised noise, but her fingers soothed it. He was busy drilling into her, his vision blurring in and out, and the pounding in his head was almost as hard as the pounding he was giving her.
"Guin, yes, come on, please," he whispered at her, kissing at her neck inbetween her frantic curses and pants. "You're so wet Guin, you are so slick and wet. I can't get enough of you, Guin. Give me more, please Guin."
He was not usually this kind of vocal, preferring to answer her with his body instead of his words, but then Guinevre's mouth was on his and he was lapping at her tongue and losing herself in her eyes.
His hands were on her hips so hard his knuckles had turned white, but his grip wasn't as strong as it would have been normally. He was holding her hard enough that it might hurt, but probably not enough to bruise.
He fucked her like he was an animal and she belonged to him. He fucked her to remind her that he was his, and each thrust was meant to drag her closer to the edge that Lochlann wanted to dive over her with.
When she started to say his name, he almost came then, but he wasn't ready yet and he gave out a frustrated moan and arched his hips into her so hard that they rose from the bed for a second.
Her eyes were on his then, her forehead ice cold against his, and her hands kept his face to hers while she said,
"Lochlann you have to listen to me. Please, please please, stop hurting yourself..."
He could barely process what she was asking him because he felt her body start to tighten around him. Lochlann's thighs quivered and his back spasmed slightly, and he was close, so close. Guinevere was bucking against him and Lochlann was afraid that, for the first time, he might come before she did.
But then, when she screamed his name, Lochlann came.
He grasped her to him so tightly that Lochlann couldn't breath, although it woudlnt' have mattered. He came hot and heavy and hard, filling her again, and the intensity of the waves of pleasure crashing into him were overwhelming.
When she was kissing him, Lochlann knew he was missing her back, but he couldn't breath. He wasn't fighting it, either. It was more a curious sort of feeling, unexpected, like the sparks of light dancing at the corner of his eyes.
He'd wondered what it felt like to drown, to feel someone's lips on his mouth while the waves pulled him under.
Her hands were on his face and now, that was the only thing keeping him up. He was still riding the high of what they'd just done together, still lost in the bliss of that moment.
And in that moment, Lochlann could almost imagine there was something warm on Guinevere Haze's marble face.
It brought the faintest traces of a smile to his face and as the blackness overtook him, Lochlann just whispered, "I'll try."
"Guin, yes, come on, please," he whispered at her, kissing at her neck inbetween her frantic curses and pants. "You're so wet Guin, you are so slick and wet. I can't get enough of you, Guin. Give me more, please Guin."
He was not usually this kind of vocal, preferring to answer her with his body instead of his words, but then Guinevre's mouth was on his and he was lapping at her tongue and losing herself in her eyes.
His hands were on her hips so hard his knuckles had turned white, but his grip wasn't as strong as it would have been normally. He was holding her hard enough that it might hurt, but probably not enough to bruise.
He fucked her like he was an animal and she belonged to him. He fucked her to remind her that he was his, and each thrust was meant to drag her closer to the edge that Lochlann wanted to dive over her with.
When she started to say his name, he almost came then, but he wasn't ready yet and he gave out a frustrated moan and arched his hips into her so hard that they rose from the bed for a second.
Her eyes were on his then, her forehead ice cold against his, and her hands kept his face to hers while she said,
"Lochlann you have to listen to me. Please, please please, stop hurting yourself..."
He could barely process what she was asking him because he felt her body start to tighten around him. Lochlann's thighs quivered and his back spasmed slightly, and he was close, so close. Guinevere was bucking against him and Lochlann was afraid that, for the first time, he might come before she did.
But then, when she screamed his name, Lochlann came.
He grasped her to him so tightly that Lochlann couldn't breath, although it woudlnt' have mattered. He came hot and heavy and hard, filling her again, and the intensity of the waves of pleasure crashing into him were overwhelming.
When she was kissing him, Lochlann knew he was missing her back, but he couldn't breath. He wasn't fighting it, either. It was more a curious sort of feeling, unexpected, like the sparks of light dancing at the corner of his eyes.
He'd wondered what it felt like to drown, to feel someone's lips on his mouth while the waves pulled him under.
Her hands were on his face and now, that was the only thing keeping him up. He was still riding the high of what they'd just done together, still lost in the bliss of that moment.
And in that moment, Lochlann could almost imagine there was something warm on Guinevere Haze's marble face.
It brought the faintest traces of a smile to his face and as the blackness overtook him, Lochlann just whispered, "I'll try."