[It may be a small mercy, but it's a mercy nonetheless - it does make it easier to just ease into the speed she's moving at, grinding against her everytime she brings her hips down against his. It's a lot, but it's a good kind of "a lot", he's decided. Like a bath that's just a little bit too hot, but in a way that's pleasant.
...
And then she has to go and do that, which - Well, keeping up with the bath analogy, it's a lot like she's taken a bowl of cold water and dumped it over his head right as he'd gotten used to the heat. His fingers grip at her thighs, nails digging into them, as his expression goes uncertain and wobbly... but he doesn't do anything to stop, either, his own movements against her picking up despite the aches of it all and the nausea still settled in his stomach.
Should he be working so hard? Absolutely not. But what else is he supposed to do in the face of her moaning his name like that?]
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It's a lot, but it's a good kind of "a lot", he's decided. Like a bath that's just a little bit too hot, but in a way that's pleasant.
...
And then she has to go and do that, which -
Well, keeping up with the bath analogy, it's a lot like she's taken a bowl of cold water and dumped it over his head right as he'd gotten used to the heat.
His fingers grip at her thighs, nails digging into them, as his expression goes uncertain and wobbly... but he doesn't do anything to stop, either, his own movements against her picking up despite the aches of it all and the nausea still settled in his stomach.
Should he be working so hard? Absolutely not.
But what else is he supposed to do in the face of her moaning his name like that?]