He couldn’t help but notice how this bordered on strangely intimate, but maybe that was just a side effect of having sex with someone you’ve known for a while… even if they barely knew anything about each other. Still, sex made you feel things you thought you were really there. That’s why more half the people who say I love you during sex never mean it. It’s just a reaction. So just because he thought she was cute and more than appealing probably didn’t mean anything. It was just because she’d gone down on him, and he’d successfully made her feel fucking good, and that was all just playing tricks on his mind. After they were done, he’d go back to thinking straight. It was never easy when she was still underneath him, looking completely turned on and gorgeous.
He met her gaze and he felt like his whole body was on fire, the overwhelming feeling of him moving inside of her and looking down at her, and it was all enough to make him come right then. When she pulled him down for a kiss he was relieved, he wanted to push this as far as he could go, sure as hell not wanting it to end so quickly. “Shit,” he hissed, his hand pressing hard into her hip, pushing himself even farther into her. He didn’t even care anymore, and he knew it might leave bruises on her side, but right now he wasn’t worried about any of that. He couldn’t think about anything else but her, and how good he felt at this moment and never wanting it to stop. He groaned, almost missing her begging him to move faster, but he was already adjusting himself at a better angle so he could do just that. He pulled himself up, his hips moving even quicker, pounding into her, his breathing becoming totally erratic. ”God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, before he could stop it, but he’s fucking her, really fucking her and his brain doesn’t even think to feel embarrassed about it. It’s already out there, slipped out from just a passing thought he had, a normal reaction to have when screwing someone. It’s because he’s close, and he knows he won’t last much longer at this rate.
She felt his hand against her hip, and she knew instantly it was going to leave a mark, but she didn’t care, it was going to be worth it. If it was up to her, she would be all marked up from hickeys and teeth marks, if only they didn’t have to hide that they were doing this. She watched him move slightly and all of a sudden he was pushing into her father, and harder, and faster, and her moaning got louder, and she couldn’t even think straight, could hardly breathe. She brought one hand into her hair, her back arching as she rolled her hips up, faster, and harder, grinding against his own. She was surprised by the compliment, but she didn’t show it. Instead she acted as if it hadn’t been said, though it clearly had. It was because he was in the moment, they were both very in the moment, too far now to even think of getting out of it. “Fucking christ, Ryan,” She moaned, loudly, louder than she had moaned anything else that’s for sure. And there was his name. Again, probably because she was just in the moment. She felt the feeling in her stomach intensify, and she knew there was no way she was going to hold on. She reached her hands up to place them against his cheeks, steadying his face so he could look at her, her eyes fluttering open. She didn’t stop her hips from meeting his as she spoke, “Come with me.” She stated, it wasn’t a question or a beg, but almost a plea, her hands slowly trailing down his chest.