[ The sudden stab as he lurches upward, burrowing deep into her, jolts Rey to dig her nails into his shoulders as she holds tighter to him, seeking support against the force of it. Her whimper is like an aftershock, as is the dull throb deep inside of her, in the dark space he'd burrowed to.
More, he appeals, but she hardly knows how to give it.
Except that she can feel his satisfaction pouring over into her like an overfull cup, bleeding at the edges of the bond, and she seizes upon that. Again she makes an attempt to slip one hand between them, the other hooked around the back of his neck to steady her while she moves. Her fingertips search out her clit, a gentle brush, something to rock against with each downswing of her hips as she tries to set a steadier rhythm at the angle he settles her at, which is awkward and unfamiliar.
Like before, she can feel how her body squeezes around him, the stimulation driving her muscles to clench, compressing tighter and tighter like a spring ready to pop. The pain is gone this time. The angle better, her body more relaxed, more prepared to accept him. ]
Do you feel that? [ She asks against his temple, burying her nose against his sweat-soaked hair. ]
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More, he appeals, but she hardly knows how to give it.
Except that she can feel his satisfaction pouring over into her like an overfull cup, bleeding at the edges of the bond, and she seizes upon that. Again she makes an attempt to slip one hand between them, the other hooked around the back of his neck to steady her while she moves. Her fingertips search out her clit, a gentle brush, something to rock against with each downswing of her hips as she tries to set a steadier rhythm at the angle he settles her at, which is awkward and unfamiliar.
Like before, she can feel how her body squeezes around him, the stimulation driving her muscles to clench, compressing tighter and tighter like a spring ready to pop. The pain is gone this time. The angle better, her body more relaxed, more prepared to accept him. ]
Do you feel that? [ She asks against his temple, burying her nose against his sweat-soaked hair. ]