[What a question. She laughs again, soft and incredulous, her fingers slipping from his hair, reaching to take his face between both hands so that she can pull him down into a heated kiss, ardent and needful as ever. She tastes herself on his lips, his tongue, and the sensation causes a pleasant twist in her belly, helped along by the slow and steady movements of his fingers as he continues to stroke her from the inside. Even after all of that, he ensures that she wants yet more.]
Yes.
[She breathes the answer against the curve of his parted lips, his continued affections drawing a soft groan from her in the moment that follows, and she closes her eyes for the briefest of moments, drawing in a deep breath to steady herself— for all the good it does in their current circumstances.
She chases his lips for another kiss, then presses another against the corner of his mouth before dipping her head to nuzzle sweetly against his jaw.]
But I want all of you.
[And she knows he wants more, his own need still painfully apparent. She smiles at him and gives a sigh, trailing her fingers down the length of his lovely, lithe torso before tracing the very gentle slope of his hip and reaching to curl her fingers around his cock, taking him in hand and giving him a gentle stroke from root to tip to offer some reprieve, followed by another, and yet another.
They've come this far already, and if she'd had any doubts on how they should proceed, they are now long, long gone.]
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Yes.
[She breathes the answer against the curve of his parted lips, his continued affections drawing a soft groan from her in the moment that follows, and she closes her eyes for the briefest of moments, drawing in a deep breath to steady herself— for all the good it does in their current circumstances.
She chases his lips for another kiss, then presses another against the corner of his mouth before dipping her head to nuzzle sweetly against his jaw.]
But I want all of you.
[And she knows he wants more, his own need still painfully apparent. She smiles at him and gives a sigh, trailing her fingers down the length of his lovely, lithe torso before tracing the very gentle slope of his hip and reaching to curl her fingers around his cock, taking him in hand and giving him a gentle stroke from root to tip to offer some reprieve, followed by another, and yet another.
They've come this far already, and if she'd had any doubts on how they should proceed, they are now long, long gone.]