[ He makes quick work of her own lower garments, having lost his patience somewhere long before they arrived to the bedroom - she interrupts his movements by grinding up and oh, jesus, that friction, her pants on his cock, the fabric, that was fun, and by the time she gets her teeth on his throat he's recovered - mostly - and gone on to line them both up properly. There it's only a quick moment - because for some reason every time he does this he needs to meet her eyes, it's like it's some sort of thing - and then slides in, not too slowly, but not all at once, yet all the way to the hilt. He takes a couple of seconds to revel in the feel of her all around him, to give her time to adjust to the reverse of the same, and then slowly builds up into a rhythm. ]
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