[She squeezes him enough tighter, and his smug attitude immediately drains away. He makes a muffled sound of pain that can also be interpreted as pleasure. As a result, his hand stutters and slows for a few moments as he tries to gain his bearings.
She asked him a question, after all. Was she getting impatient? Was he that terrible? How could he prolong this?]
Maybe. But--
[His head rolls back for a moment as he leans into the pain, pressing his hips toward her palm. He rolls his thumb across her clit again, this time slow and deliberate to try and keep her interested.]
I think I'd rather finish another way.
[He tries to curl one finger, just as a way of grabbing her attention toward his inclination. He's meaning for it to be sexy, of course, but he really has no idea how that is going to go over and so his facial expression leaves much to be desired.]
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She asked him a question, after all. Was she getting impatient? Was he that terrible? How could he prolong this?]
Maybe. But--
[His head rolls back for a moment as he leans into the pain, pressing his hips toward her palm. He rolls his thumb across her clit again, this time slow and deliberate to try and keep her interested.]
I think I'd rather finish another way.
[He tries to curl one finger, just as a way of grabbing her attention toward his inclination. He's meaning for it to be sexy, of course, but he really has no idea how that is going to go over and so his facial expression leaves much to be desired.]