Can't she tell what she's doing? To him? How it makes him crazy? Sweeney winces and whimpers at each contact, promise without follow through. Surely, she knows. Surely, she'll take mercy on him. He can't help but bump harder, instinctively looking for purchase. But he only does it a few times before he can hear the echo of her voice. Her request. His assurance.
Sweeney squeezes his eyes tight as he fights to shallow his thrusts into her hand, praying for the ability to show mercy of his own. He strains to be good; to give her what she wants. That said, he barely has words in his own tongue, much less hers. He does his best.
"Want--want--" His jaw flexes with his effort, and his brow crinkles.
"Not--not--want--" Fuck, what's the word? When he finally finds it, he exhales sharply, but doesn't dare look at her.
"--slow--not--slow-- Sweeney forces himself to swallow.
"Need--need--slow--want slow--stop--little--"
He's already fighting to walk things back. The glossiness of the tip of his prick insists all the ways this isn't acceptable, but he's a man of his word, and he intends to keep it, especially to his wife.
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Can't she tell what she's doing? To him? How it makes him crazy? Sweeney winces and whimpers at each contact, promise without follow through. Surely, she knows. Surely, she'll take mercy on him. He can't help but bump harder, instinctively looking for purchase. But he only does it a few times before he can hear the echo of her voice. Her request. His assurance.
Sweeney squeezes his eyes tight as he fights to shallow his thrusts into her hand, praying for the ability to show mercy of his own. He strains to be good; to give her what she wants. That said, he barely has words in his own tongue, much less hers. He does his best.
"Want--want--" His jaw flexes with his effort, and his brow crinkles.
"Not--not--want--" Fuck, what's the word? When he finally finds it, he exhales sharply, but doesn't dare look at her.
"--slow--not--slow-- Sweeney forces himself to swallow.
"Need--need--slow--want slow--stop--little--"
He's already fighting to walk things back. The glossiness of the tip of his prick insists all the ways this isn't acceptable, but he's a man of his word, and he intends to keep it, especially to his wife.