[ She goes still, searching his face. The comment is on the tip of her tongue — that she likes looking at him this way, that she prefers to be able to see him without giving him the means to distract her, but arousal is sticky between her thighs now, demanding some kind of follow-through on how he'd stimulated her as well, so.
Kira rises, straightens, and climbs back into his lap, pushing him back so they're both securely on the bunk, caging him between her thighs. Her palm goes flat against his chest, ensuring nonverbal communication that she is the one in charge, even if she has given him what he asked for. ]
How much?
[ She had liked the sweet tenor of his needy pleas before. She would rather hear them again. Kira rocks her hips, grinding her wet folds firmly against the underside of his cock, friction shooting up like sparks into her abdomen. She breathes slow and heavy, concentrating those little movements against her clit, exposing it a little more with each twitch so that the pressure gets more and more. ]
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Kira rises, straightens, and climbs back into his lap, pushing him back so they're both securely on the bunk, caging him between her thighs. Her palm goes flat against his chest, ensuring nonverbal communication that she is the one in charge, even if she has given him what he asked for. ]
How much?
[ She had liked the sweet tenor of his needy pleas before. She would rather hear them again. Kira rocks her hips, grinding her wet folds firmly against the underside of his cock, friction shooting up like sparks into her abdomen. She breathes slow and heavy, concentrating those little movements against her clit, exposing it a little more with each twitch so that the pressure gets more and more. ]
How badly do you want me, Ben?