She gasps his name, this time in pain at his nails in her side, and responds by digging her own nails into his shoulder. She wants this to last, knows if she keeps the pace steady, it will.
But time. They don't have time. They have to run.
So she moves, still harder, still faster, pushing both of them toward release.
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Date: 2013-06-16 04:21 am (UTC)But time. They don't have time. They have to run.
So she moves, still harder, still faster, pushing both of them toward release.