[ She feels her heart sinking at his instruction...
... but she obliges. Of course she does. That's how badly she just wants to be with him - that she would do what he says, even knowing the reason why. He doesn't want to see her face. Doesn't want to be reminded that it's her he's doing this with. Still, she'll give him what he wants.
And so she turns around, gets on her knees, and braces her arms against the bed to hold herself up as she feels Dick slide into her. She can't help the gasp that she gives as he does, so utterly taken with how he fills her up, how much she's wanted this for so long. Now, again, she bites down on her lip to keep from getting too loud as he begins thrusting, and she closes her eyes. This way she won't be tempted to look back at him. He wouldn't want that.
He makes it more difficult, anyway, once he uses his hand to pin her down. It shifts her angle a bit, and she gives a quiet cry from the pleasure when he starts going at her harder. Any volume she might have gained from it, though, she stifles; with her now pinned down, she easily, though desperately grabs fistfuls of his sheets, holding the fabric up against her gaping mouth. With every intensified move of his her muffled whining and moaning grows more pitiful and desperate but they're in this together now. Both of them, doing this awful horrible thing to each other.
She wishes she didn't enjoy this so much. She wishes she had more self-respect than this.
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... but she obliges. Of course she does. That's how badly she just wants to be with him - that she would do what he says, even knowing the reason why. He doesn't want to see her face. Doesn't want to be reminded that it's her he's doing this with. Still, she'll give him what he wants.
And so she turns around, gets on her knees, and braces her arms against the bed to hold herself up as she feels Dick slide into her. She can't help the gasp that she gives as he does, so utterly taken with how he fills her up, how much she's wanted this for so long. Now, again, she bites down on her lip to keep from getting too loud as he begins thrusting, and she closes her eyes. This way she won't be tempted to look back at him. He wouldn't want that.
He makes it more difficult, anyway, once he uses his hand to pin her down. It shifts her angle a bit, and she gives a quiet cry from the pleasure when he starts going at her harder. Any volume she might have gained from it, though, she stifles; with her now pinned down, she easily, though desperately grabs fistfuls of his sheets, holding the fabric up against her gaping mouth. With every intensified move of his her muffled whining and moaning grows more pitiful and desperate but they're in this together now. Both of them, doing this awful horrible thing to each other.
She wishes she didn't enjoy this so much. She wishes she had more self-respect than this.
But she doesn't. ]