you say money isnt everything
At first he's unsure how hell he's doing, then her moans turn breathy and low, more natural. He's heard plenty of fake ones and these just aren't that. Sure she's probably well versed in this kind of thing but it's working for him. Especially when she tangles her fingers into his hair. It earns her another moan as he shifts forward to press against her more if that's even possible. He desperately wants to sink into her, to feel her properly. To see what other lovely sounds he can draw from her lips but that might be too far. Maybe another time. Except in the back of his head he knows this will be the last time. (As if he hasn't told himself that a million times.) Maybe that's why he's so keen on enjoying it, on making her enjoy it.
She begs him to keep going as if he can stop. She's got his head wedged between her thighs and her grip on his hair is unreasonably strong. Not that he'd try to move. He finally opens his eyes, letting them rove over her body. The deep red flush of her chest, the way she trembles around him, the expression on her face? All burned into his memory.
This is what he wants. Or it's what he thinks he wants.
but i'd like to see you live without it
LOCKE
