[ There might be a bit of a smirk on his face, a tiny bit smug but mainly just loving life right now, dragging his lips down along the curve of Sara's shoulder, kissing freckles and pale skin, tongue flicking over scars. He's overwhelmed, but in the very best way to be - not a mission or one of his friends in mortal danger, but Sara, Sara, Sara, all around and all over him, the air smelling like sex, her breathy moans sounding like perfection to him.
But then she mentions him coming on her and he chokes on a breath, feeling his core muscles contract as he tries not to move too fast or too far, but still thrusting hard between her legs, fingers squeezing closer to him. ]
Jesus - [ It's barely a word, mainly a moan, nose pressing into her skin. ] - Where?
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But then she mentions him coming on her and he chokes on a breath, feeling his core muscles contract as he tries not to move too fast or too far, but still thrusting hard between her legs, fingers squeezing closer to him. ]
Jesus - [ It's barely a word, mainly a moan, nose pressing into her skin. ] - Where?