Pierce
Pierce feels it break, like a wave cresting against the edge of a cliff. It hits with a pressure that has him aching with her, utilizing it and her melodic moans that echo and pitch high in the quiet hush of the bar. It drives him crazy, the push and pull of their mutual satisfaction, while Pierce continues to rock out the following strikes and waves of her orgasm. It’s enough to bring him to his own, stuttered and distracted, thrusting into her deep when it finally hits.
A shiver races down his spine alongside the relief, crested over her with the bulk of his body and muscle, clutching her close as his hips twitch and he spills into her, panting against her neck as a glimmer of sweat beads against his skin and through his curls. And only when he’s sure that he can move again without the tingling in his feet and hands, does the brawler lean back a touch, still buried deep, letting his blue gaze scan her face with that very same arrogant smirk, even if it were a touch more breathless.
A shiver races down his spine alongside the relief, crested over her with the bulk of his body and muscle, clutching her close as his hips twitch and he spills into her, panting against her neck as a glimmer of sweat beads against his skin and through his curls. And only when he’s sure that he can move again without the tingling in his feet and hands, does the brawler lean back a touch, still buried deep, letting his blue gaze scan her face with that very same arrogant smirk, even if it were a touch more breathless.
