( Elektra gets a harsh breath in response to the heady rock of her hips. he presses back almost on instinct, and it's pulling him out of the careful restraints he usually likes to operate under. of all things he laughs at her taunting — he's so used to her pushing and pulling at every inch of him, physical and emotional and everything else. it's refreshingly familiar for her to goad him on now.
can he do better? maybe. does he want to tear her to pieces just for the fact he can? not quite, at the same time. they have enjoyed their fair share of rough sex, but it's not what he's aiming for here, which might frustrate her a little... which is not exactly something Matt is against, either. Elektra is used to demanding what she wants and getting it as close to instantly as possible. of course he'd enjoy being the antithesis to that. )
Hmm, ( is the lackluster answer provided against the tawny gold of her skin, but her taunting does earn a tighter squeeze of her breast. ) The least time I had you like this was a decade ago. I'm not in any hurry. ( he wants to remember it all, savor it all, and she's not going to goad him into breaking that fixation... well, she's not going to break him quite that easily, anyway. he leans a little to tug at the waistband of her leggings, and he's quite grateful that they're easier to convince off of her than the tight jeans and dresses she used to fancy. if she'll lift up her hips to help him, anyway. )
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can he do better? maybe. does he want to tear her to pieces just for the fact he can? not quite, at the same time. they have enjoyed their fair share of rough sex, but it's not what he's aiming for here, which might frustrate her a little... which is not exactly something Matt is against, either. Elektra is used to demanding what she wants and getting it as close to instantly as possible. of course he'd enjoy being the antithesis to that. )
Hmm, ( is the lackluster answer provided against the tawny gold of her skin, but her taunting does earn a tighter squeeze of her breast. ) The least time I had you like this was a decade ago. I'm not in any hurry. ( he wants to remember it all, savor it all, and she's not going to goad him into breaking that fixation... well, she's not going to break him quite that easily, anyway. he leans a little to tug at the waistband of her leggings, and he's quite grateful that they're easier to convince off of her than the tight jeans and dresses she used to fancy. if she'll lift up her hips to help him, anyway. )