[ She's desperate, neediness hand in hand with greed, taken over with his grip on her cock making her twitch, cheek against her knuckles, all his to command and thrust into. Harry's order is all she needs, tense muscles loose, then tense again, cock jerking with clear discharge that comes in plentiful spurts, leaving a mess on the chaise, making a mess of the girl moaning like she's hurt, gasping like she's shocked. The orgasm takes her over whole, it blurs time, it floods her with heat and then a lingering pang of arousal as she comes down from the climax. Harry may not be far behind, but all she wants is to be fucked like this for a while longer, lax and barely able to form a thought. ]
[Murmured against sweat damp skin. His hands move to cup her breasts as he fucks into her, harder and faster, until he finally tips over the edge. Shuddering, he glues himself to her body until his hips stop twitching.
When he pulls out and away he's breathing hard and he very nearly falls over.]
[ She puts her hand on top of Harry's, fondling her breast with him, inviting him to pinch her nipple. Every thrust forces her to maintain balance, feeling his body practically slapping against hers, obscene noises leaving her throat until he's done.
There's one weak groan when he pulls out, and Cellar feels his absence as much as she felt his girth. His fluid follows shortly after, warm and thick between her legs. ]
Yeah, I'm all right. Way more than all right.
[ A laugh, close to a tired giggle while she still tries to catch her breath. Cellar turns around, slowly sitting up on her knees, reaching for his shoulders to pull him into a kiss. ]
[Harry leans over at once and kisses her like she's his only source of life. Then he mauls her neck gently, tongue lapping up her sweat. Finally he rests his forehead against hers while his breathing slows.
He pulls back enough to look her in the eye, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.]
We've quite ruined the upholstery, and I couldn't care less.
[ Another quasi-giggle with Harry's mouth on her neck, then she rests her tired face against his, feeling the sweat cooling on her skin. With a little distance between them, Cellar runs her fingers through his hair in a gentle caress. Really, the only downside of doing this here is that there's no bed to fall back and rest on. ]
You're amazing, Harry. I really— I really liked that. Can we stay here for a while?
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[A low, husky whisper as he snakes an arm around her and takes her leaking cock in hand. He pumps her firmly, a counterpoint to his thrusts.
He isn't a young man and he has no illusions about lasting forever, but he desperately wants her to come first.]
Let go, darling girl.
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Keep going— please, keep going all you want.
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[Murmured against sweat damp skin. His hands move to cup her breasts as he fucks into her, harder and faster, until he finally tips over the edge. Shuddering, he glues himself to her body until his hips stop twitching.
When he pulls out and away he's breathing hard and he very nearly falls over.]
Oh, goodness gracious. Are you alright?
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There's one weak groan when he pulls out, and Cellar feels his absence as much as she felt his girth. His fluid follows shortly after, warm and thick between her legs. ]
Yeah, I'm all right. Way more than all right.
[ A laugh, close to a tired giggle while she still tries to catch her breath. Cellar turns around, slowly sitting up on her knees, reaching for his shoulders to pull him into a kiss. ]
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He pulls back enough to look her in the eye, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.]
We've quite ruined the upholstery, and I couldn't care less.
You are magnificent.
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You're amazing, Harry. I really— I really liked that. Can we stay here for a while?
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We can stay as long as you like. I've a handkerchief if you'd love to, ah. Tidy up.
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Yes, please. Thanks.