june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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[hyperkinesia]

[ Well, he wasn't exactly expecting her to pick up pace that fast, so when she does, he lets out a loud moan, his whole body tensing and arching upwards so he's thrusting into her too. A hand clings to her hip, while the other fists the sheets, fingers digging hard enough into the fabric that his knuckles nearly turn white. ]

[notpatsy]

[ She would apologise for startling him but she is a little too lost in pleasure at the moment. She was going just as crazy as he was, hence the very sudden shift in tempo because damn she just needs to feel him slam into her right now. She's been wanting it for so long, or at least it felt like so long. ]

You okay?

[ The tension building in him seems to be the good kind, but she asks anyway. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ His exhale comes out as more of a broken groan than anything, eyes still firmly shut, hand clinging to her side. He nods tensely, trying to take a few deep breaths again and failing completely. ]

Yes— yes, I'm. Fine, just... go on. [ His eyes open but fix on the ceiling, while his other hand settles on her side too, sliding farther up in an encouraging gesture. ] Don't stop.

[notpatsy]

[ He's going to have to hand control over to her sooner or later here, and she can't wait for that moment. There is just the tiniest bit of nervousness mixed in with that excitement, but somehow that only adds to her pleasure, much as she is a bit of a safety freak when it comes to most things.

She loves Bruce, she loves everything that he is and with that comes accepting fully that he is dangerous as well.

It's not hard. Not in the face of what an amazing man he is.

Not that she is being all that philosophical at the moment, her thoughts are very narrowly focused on getting off, and watching him get off. So she does as he asks, she doesn't stop, her moans growing louder as her movements losing some of their rhythm as control of her body slips from her grasp and she reaches down with one hand to rub her clit, shouting out her relief and pleasure when she reaches her climax. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He trusts her, he really does, immensely so. But it's not so easy, and right now the problem isn't that he doesn't trust her, it's that he can't trust himself. He's had too many incidents and too many close calls to not be terrified that something like this might make him tip over the edge and fall into the dreaded abyss.

But she is so good, God, she is... much better than she can imagine at wiping those thoughts from his mind. Bruce has no time to stop it, no time to protest or panic, when she quickly picks up pace into something frantic and almost desperate, and when she comes, touching herself while riding his cock at the same time, it nearly drives him out of his mind. ]

Fuck! [ A rare curse falling from his lips, his body arches and raises up to meet her thrusts, her tight heat nearly unbearable when her muscles clench around his cock. But there's still a part of him that holds onto control, almost desperately so, and by the time she starts to come down from her climax, Bruce hasn't come yet.

So he turns them around on the bed, a sudden flip that has her on her back, and he raises his upper body and presses his hips against hers until he's buried deep into her, her legs spread wide. Slowly, he pulls out, then pushes back in, building a slower and steadier rhythm, moaning with every calm thrust that has her muscles clenching around him. ]

[notpatsy]

[ One thing one sure can say about Bruce Banner: The man has stamina.

Another thing that can definitely be said, at least by Trish Walker, is that driving him to a point of using coarse language is extremely hot.

It's almost too intense to keep going, but Trish wouldn't stop this for anything. He sets just the right, calm pace to take her through the hypersensitivity of her climax and back into soft, rolling waves of pleasure.

She runs her hands over his chest, studying the look on his face and loving every single moan that spills from his lips. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He breathes deeply as he pushes into her, a soft shivering sigh leaving him. One hand combs through her hair while the other moves to curl over one of hers on his chest, lifting it up so he can kiss her palm, pressing it to the side of his face.

His motions are fluid and easy when she's still so wet, and even with the way her muscles tighten with each particularly sharp roll of his hips, it's still not nearly enough to hinder his motions. Rather than offer any friction, it only makes the way she clenches around his cock all the more wonderful, and when he's controlling the motions and the rhythm like this, he feels much more at ease to let go a little, exhaling deeply as he picks up pace, chasing after his own orgasm. ]

[notpatsy]

[ Trish isn't chasing anything, she's quite happy to just exist in this state of pleasure as she watches Bruce with extreme focus, committing as much of this as she can to memory.

Her hand moves from his cheek to his hair, fingers curling around his hair and tugging at it because she knows he likes that. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He shivers when Trish tugs on his hair, his head tipped back a little and his eyes closed. Soft moans spill from his parted lips in tandem with his thrusts, more and more breathless the faster he moves, his eyebrows knit as he focus as much as he can in not losing too much control.

But eventually he has to let go, he has to let things take their course or he'll never reach the peak. Biting his lower lip, he forces himself to just not worry, not fear, not think, and he moves faster, his hips stuttering with the hard and almost frantic pace he keeps up.

It's a little sudden when it happens, even to him— a breath turns to a loud cry, and his fingers curl into her hair and his hips roll fast against her as he comes inside her. ]

[notpatsy]

[ She watches him through it all, her eyes locked on his face as she drinks in his pleasure, loving every moment. ]

God, I love you.

[hyperkinesia]

[ His rhythm falters but he doesn't stop moving, not until he starts to come down from his climax, and every inch of skin itches with the electrifying jolt of pleasure that washes over him.

He breathes loudly, trying particularly hard to just steady his breath. Hips rolling against her one last time, he lets the weight of his body slump on top of hers, his mouth seeking hers, tongue lapping lazily at her parted lips. ]

Hmm... I know.

[notpatsy]

[ She moans a little into that kiss, feeling just a little bit greedy still since she just got thoroughly fucked and was starting to get all worked up again.

Her tongue slips out to play with his, and she warmly wraps her arms around him. ]

How do you feel?

[hyperkinesia]

[ He chuckles a little breathlessly at her tongue, catching it between his teeth in a brief and light nip. His cock softens while inside of her, and he shifts just enough to pull out of her. ]

I think... blissfully at peace.

[notpatsy]

Good.

[ If there is anything this man deserves, it's peace. ]