forcevisions: (my 9 to 5)
actual shounen hero ([personal profile] forcevisions) wrote in [personal profile] sololoquy 2019-07-30 05:57 am (UTC)

[ His fingertip brushes past the sensitive apex, and Rey's hips twitch with it, jolting against the intensity of the feeling. He hasn't even made it deliberate contact, only cursory, probing, but touching herself could not compare to being touched. His hand is warm and coarse and thick, stretching the seams of her pants as it roots down between her thighs.

When he presses his finger to her opening, her eyes roll back a little, and she nudges her hips more deliberately into it, trying to take more inside of herself. The slide is easy, with how wet she has become.

More lewd, somehow, is the confession he makes, the heat in his gaze. Her lips part to allow for more ragged, needy breaths because it feels like she can't gulp oxygen down fast enough. She fumbles to open his fly, giving up on her patience, on her willingness to wait for him to take things slowly so she can get at him, given that admission.
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Tell me. [ Because she thinks she may have found religion, hearing even that much. She'd thought about it, of course. But he'd turned her away, and it's a completely different sort of revelation to be wanted as much as she wants, to know that he had been holding himself back not for lack of need or intensity. More fear, she suspects. But that fear is gone. ] Tell me what you imagined.

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