[She shifts to allow him to do what he will, his touch trailing down her body along curves and dips so gently that it softens the desperate edges of need, however slightly. His touch is careful and well-practiced; the moment it meets the heat of her core she feels as though all of her breath has been drawn out at once, swift and sudden, and she lets out a low and brazen moan against the slope of his jaw, a drawn and primal sound that he earns almost effortlessly.]
Don't stop...
[A wave of pleasure rolls through her, almost violently so; his touch is gentle and encouraging, soft against the slick of desperate need, the roll of his fingertips against her clit drawing forth a sharp gasp of air. Her eyelids slam shut, the strokes of his cock now becoming erratic as she loses herself in intense pleasure— has anyone ever taken the time to touch her in such a way? She honestly can't remember; if they had, it certainly had not been like this, the concentrated effort of one who knew full well what his touch was capable of. She feels the muscles of her abdomen twitch and tighten, moreso when his fingers lightly tug at her hair to draw her attention upwards, and when he meets her gaze, he'll find her wide-eyed and half gone, breath coming faster as she grinds her hips to move against his touch, to wordlessly beg him for more as she swallows deafly.
She could come exactly like this, and it would be far too soon, but it already feels a near thing.]
Hythlodaeus.
[A mouthful to moan, but how can she help but give credit where it's due?]
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Don't stop...
[A wave of pleasure rolls through her, almost violently so; his touch is gentle and encouraging, soft against the slick of desperate need, the roll of his fingertips against her clit drawing forth a sharp gasp of air. Her eyelids slam shut, the strokes of his cock now becoming erratic as she loses herself in intense pleasure— has anyone ever taken the time to touch her in such a way? She honestly can't remember; if they had, it certainly had not been like this, the concentrated effort of one who knew full well what his touch was capable of. She feels the muscles of her abdomen twitch and tighten, moreso when his fingers lightly tug at her hair to draw her attention upwards, and when he meets her gaze, he'll find her wide-eyed and half gone, breath coming faster as she grinds her hips to move against his touch, to wordlessly beg him for more as she swallows deafly.
She could come exactly like this, and it would be far too soon, but it already feels a near thing.]
Hythlodaeus.
[A mouthful to moan, but how can she help but give credit where it's due?]