( he's not longer thinking about the implications, not when her moans color the quaint space they occupy, the sound sitting heavy in the steam that's clouded thick around them, as if tucking them away from prying eyes. but he doesn't careβeven if someone did stumble upon them, he wouldn't be able to stop, not with the way every inch of her responds to that first bout of relief in the form of a single digit. not when every inch of her asks for more.
and then she asks for it, and there's something about that in and of itself that starts that steady ember of heat between his own hips, but this was about her now. just like that, she says, and he takes care to remember exactly how his finger had been crooked, to drive towards that spot again and again. more, she says, and he groans lowly as another finger is added to stretch her apart.
the kiss is something distracted, almost sloppy as he tries to focus on so many parts of this at onceβhow it felt to have her petite, warm frame pressed against him; how her ankle clings tight to his back; how she cants her hips as if still needing more, encouraging him to pick up his pace, the quiet clap of the heel of his palm meeting her skin beginning to whisper its rhythm to them.
a stuttered, rough breath breaks their mouths, his own breaths off kilter purely at the effect of her. ) Like that? ( heart hammers in his chest, humming as her cunt flutters around his digits. ) Tell me what you need.
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and then she asks for it, and there's something about that in and of itself that starts that steady ember of heat between his own hips, but this was about her now. just like that, she says, and he takes care to remember exactly how his finger had been crooked, to drive towards that spot again and again. more, she says, and he groans lowly as another finger is added to stretch her apart.
the kiss is something distracted, almost sloppy as he tries to focus on so many parts of this at onceβhow it felt to have her petite, warm frame pressed against him; how her ankle clings tight to his back; how she cants her hips as if still needing more, encouraging him to pick up his pace, the quiet clap of the heel of his palm meeting her skin beginning to whisper its rhythm to them.
a stuttered, rough breath breaks their mouths, his own breaths off kilter purely at the effect of her. ) Like that? ( heart hammers in his chest, humming as her cunt flutters around his digits. ) Tell me what you need.