One arm secures around her waist as the other sets to pushing them up so he can roll them back over. A half a breath later, and he's shoving roughly while his mouth finds her throat and bites hard. Sweeney's muscles roll his shoulders, and once he's settled, his thrusts are more even, if sharp and vaguely-controlled. He wants there to be some form of intent in the act before they both just fall into primal want and urgency.
"Níos fearr?" he growls against her skin, his lips pulled back in a wicked grin.
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One arm secures around her waist as the other sets to pushing them up so he can roll them back over. A half a breath later, and he's shoving roughly while his mouth finds her throat and bites hard. Sweeney's muscles roll his shoulders, and once he's settled, his thrusts are more even, if sharp and vaguely-controlled. He wants there to be some form of intent in the act before they both just fall into primal want and urgency.
"Níos fearr?" he growls against her skin, his lips pulled back in a wicked grin.