[Ah, but that's exactly the kind of control in question - that sense of being used because she wants to be, giving up the reins for just a moment purely because she wants him to hold them!! That is always something that, no matter the circumstance, will always strike him right down to the core.
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Which also means that it really is the perfect thing to get him up over that edge finally, the big guy tucking himself around her as his hips lock against hers, a heady, rumbling groan pulling itself out of him behind that helmet of his.
And speaking of the helmet - see icon. Sorry if she was hoping it'd be a particularly sexy expression. No maw, no fangs, no big, staring eye... just a bright pink blush as his arms wrap around her like a stuffed animal, as soft as he ever was.]
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That is always something that, no matter the circumstance, will always strike him right down to the core.
...
Which also means that it really is the perfect thing to get him up over that edge finally, the big guy tucking himself around her as his hips lock against hers, a heady, rumbling groan pulling itself out of him behind that helmet of his.
And speaking of the helmet - see icon. Sorry if she was hoping it'd be a particularly sexy expression.
No maw, no fangs, no big, staring eye... just a bright pink blush as his arms wrap around her like a stuffed animal, as soft as he ever was.]