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Her hips rock against mine again, and the hard press of my cock brushes against her heat, earning me a faint whimper.
My hands settle on her hips, and I guide her motions. She grinds down against me, her head falling back.
I can feel the heat of her pussy through the thin material of her sleep pants.
I lean in and kiss her exposed neck again, sucking lightly, and her hands release their tight hold on my shirt, her fingers sliding into my hair and tugging.
I can't help but smile against her skin.
"Say my name," I murmur, nipping her earlobe.
Her hips still, and she hesitates.
I nip her neck again, and she moans.
"Cole," she says, her voice breathless.
I smile. "Good."
She makes a soft sound, her hips moving again, rocking against me.
"That's it," I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. "Keepgoing."
I guide her movements, her hips rolling against mine, and her breathing grows more unsteady.
"Cole," she moans again, her fingers tangling in my hair.
The soft, needy sounds escaping her are enough to drive me wild. I can't get enough of her, and the feeling seems to be mutual. Her movements grow more erratic, her grip on my hair tightening.
She leans back, and I take the opportunity to slide my hands up her bare sides, pushing her shirt up until her breasts are exposed in the faint firelight.
I can't resist the urge to touch her, and I drag my palms over her breasts, teasing the soft skin, drawing another soft moan from her.
"Oh," she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed as my thumb brushes over her nipple.
Her movements grow more frantic, her hips moving faster, harder, seeking release.
"Are you going to come?" I murmur, my voice low and rough.
She bites her lip and nods, her eyes fluttering open. "Yes," she moans. "I think— Yes."
"Let go," I murmur, leaning in and press my lips to the soft skin of her breast. "Come for me."
Her hips move faster, her breathing ragged. I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking lightly, and her back arches, her body trembling.
"Cole," she moans again, her grip tightening on my hair.
I scrape my teeth across her sensitive nipple, and she cries out in pleasure. Her body shudders, and her movements grow jerky.
Taking her other nipple into my mouth, I flick my tongue against it, earning me a soft whimper.
I continue the slow torture, alternating between small bites and rewarding licks, until her movements become uncoordinated, her breathing growing more erratic.
"Fuck," she groans, her head falling back.
The way she says it sends a jolt of heat through me, and I can't resist the urge to slide a hand under the waistband of her sleep pants and cup her pussy.
"So wet," I murmur, teasing her through the thin fabric of her underwear.