[and holding her hand that has black inching up onto it as an explanation. still, she gets the hint and she drags her nails down the center of his chest when she drops her hand back down to him. her other hand reaches down to catch his jaw, so they can get back to making out, that was nice]
[as she follows the motion with a soft moan, she rises up and her hands slip to his back, scratching along the lines and ridges of his muscles while avoiding his scars . . . and curiously bites down on the bottom of his lip]
[there's a groan of pleasure when she does that, his breath coming out in a quick puff against her lips. and he aggressively pursues her lips in response]
[she does it, finger hooking into them and switching legs to maneuver her underwear off until they fall to the floor, but there is still a puzzled look coming his way]
[she had that idea! but also has the bare minimum amount of self control, lucky! one loud and shocked then deep moan gets out before she puts a hand over mouth, knuckles tight on the head board]
[well, he asked her what she wanted... and it seems like he guessed right.
but also, there's something deeply rewarding about that, as he lifts himself up just slightly to get a better angle on her-- and so he can tease her clit with the barest of stroking from his tongue.
[everything suddenly feels very hot to her, and she is mindful enough to drop the hand over her mouth down to her breast, feeling herself as her breath comes out in soft pants]
[honestly, it's turning him on too. he doesn't need to directly observe her to get her feedback loud and clear. he can hear her call his name. he takes his time as he licks along the area around he clit.
and with his hand moving up, he can easily slide a finger inside of her as well.]
[she is trying very hard to be mindful of him and not move her hips, but the muscles on her stomach ripple with the effort. there's another loud moan when he enters her, and she can't help dropping her hand down to grip his hair tightly, not directing or pulling, just . . . bracing, yes]
[it does cause him to pause, or to slow down for a moment, while he realizes she's just bracing him. and he puffs a breath of hot air against her. his finger curls insider of her, and then slowly slides in and out.
and that pause passes, and he redoubles, obviously encouraged by her reaction[
[it doesn't take much longer for her thighs to start to tremble as each moan starts to hit a new, higher note. glacies is infinitely glad that she figured out he likes pain, because she doesn't let go of his hair, just uses a not insignificant amount of force to hold onto him]
[once the last waves pass over her, she relearns how to loosen her grip and puts both her hands and forehead on the headboard, moving her leg out of the way. she is breathless, red all over, and giving an incredulous, lopsided smile down at him, oh my astrals]
Yes, hah, precisely.
[and going to find a way to unpin herself to kiss him now]
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obviously]
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Not too hard . . .
[and holding her hand that has black inching up onto it as an explanation. still, she gets the hint and she drags her nails down the center of his chest when she drops her hand back down to him. her other hand reaches down to catch his jaw, so they can get back to making out, that was nice]
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one of his hands goes back to the small of her back, pulling her closer briefly, before moving to grab her ass]
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I like that.
[when he needs to catch a breat]
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I noticed. —Lay down.
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Just checking.
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I don't have many ideas, though. So, if you have any suggestions . . . And pants, please.
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[and he lifts his hips at that, so hopefully she's holding on, just to get his pajama pants off. he's easy today.]
You figure out what kind of things you like yet?
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Ah, no. This, I suppose?
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Panties. Off.
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Jay?
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[he starts to pull her forward, basically guiding her to move up]
Stay on top. And brace the headboard if you need to.
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[and following along with the motions until the gears finally click into place once her hands on the headboard, looking down and absolutely scarlet]
Jay, are you—
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his hands are definitely bracing her thighs apart, in case she gets any ideas about closing her legs on his face]
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but also, there's something deeply rewarding about that, as he lifts himself up just slightly to get a better angle on her-- and so he can tease her clit with the barest of stroking from his tongue.
one of his hands slides up her thigh.]
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J-Jay, ah . . .
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and with his hand moving up, he can easily slide a finger inside of her as well.]
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and that pause passes, and he redoubles, obviously encouraged by her reaction[
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Jay, ah, Jay— Jay, Jay!
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he slides a second finger in, to cover for how he needs a moment to catch his breath, before starting again--]
Fuck...
[he sounds so pleased-- and needy.]
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Yes, hah, precisely.
[and going to find a way to unpin herself to kiss him now]
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Something like that up your alley?
[after a brief break from the kiss]
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