[ It's not fair that he can make her name sound like that, either. Or that just his finger pressing into her can make her gasp, stifling the sound against his chest as she hitches her leg along his thigh to part her legs a little more for his touch. She pushes herself against him until she thinks he must be able to feel the thundering of her heart against his.
Patience. Patience. Even if the way his arousal feels against her palm has her already trying not to squirm as thinks of how it would feel inside her. She takes her time, each stroke unhurried, her fingertips tracing over the tip and then dragging back down as she listens for each reaction to gauge what he likes. ]
Am I... going too fast?
[ He seems anything but uncertain, but it's fair to ask again. She's trying to be fair, with what she has left of her scattered wits. ]
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Patience. Patience. Even if the way his arousal feels against her palm has her already trying not to squirm as thinks of how it would feel inside her. She takes her time, each stroke unhurried, her fingertips tracing over the tip and then dragging back down as she listens for each reaction to gauge what he likes. ]
Am I... going too fast?
[ He seems anything but uncertain, but it's fair to ask again. She's trying to be fair, with what she has left of her scattered wits. ]