[ Robb's new to this. Maybe too new, because he's barely holding himself together as it is. He presses little kisses to her face, toes curling against the blankets underneath them as he tries to adjust to electric feeling the rolls through and over him. He mumbles her name and then carefully, slowly, starts to move again. Little rolls and hitches of his hips, a slow grind that begins to ease into a longer, slower thrust.
It's instinct that guides him and an intense, burning hunger that seems to consume him. He makes another noise against her ear - a gasp or whimper, a little moan that carries so much meaning. ]
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Date: 2016-10-27 03:29 am (UTC)It's instinct that guides him and an intense, burning hunger that seems to consume him. He makes another noise against her ear - a gasp or whimper, a little moan that carries so much meaning. ]