[ She can feel him starting to teeter towards an ending, and some part of her is hungry for it, wants to hear him bite through it, wants to feel him tremble and thrash and shake apart. The early shudder gives her a taste for it, and her fingertips curl, ready to pull him the rest of the way, but—
Instead she stops abruptly. ]
Not yet. Shhh, not yet.
[ She rubs her hand up over his bare skin, trying to soothe him through the loss of that intrusion. Her other hand reaches for his, to stay his movements before he brings himself over the edge without her. ]
I want to give you more.
[ More like she wants to watch him take more, but that's fundamentally the same thing here. ]
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Instead she stops abruptly. ]
Not yet. Shhh, not yet.
[ She rubs her hand up over his bare skin, trying to soothe him through the loss of that intrusion. Her other hand reaches for his, to stay his movements before he brings himself over the edge without her. ]
I want to give you more.
[ More like she wants to watch him take more, but that's fundamentally the same thing here. ]
Do you have anything handy?