[ She wants to finish him like this, just to prove she can when she's not grappling with how he's holding her, using her mouth as a hole to fuck, but her throat is raw now and her head feels overwarm and dizzy and she lets the complaints die on her tongue. Kissing him, anyway, is the reassurance she'd been seeking. It's not as soothing as how he'd called her good, but it does the job of evoking intimacy, and Rey pursues his lips further, straightening on her knees.
Then she reaches with both hands to grip his cock, pumping it the same way she had when he'd filled her. Her grip is firm, almost too firm, because she has abandoned caution now, acknowledging that he wants something more quietly brutal. The duality of it — his soft praise, and the rough physicality — speaks directly to something inside of her. ]
I am eager. [ She tells him, voice raw, her lips moving against his so his mouth swallows the words. ] I want you.
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Then she reaches with both hands to grip his cock, pumping it the same way she had when he'd filled her. Her grip is firm, almost too firm, because she has abandoned caution now, acknowledging that he wants something more quietly brutal. The duality of it — his soft praise, and the rough physicality — speaks directly to something inside of her. ]
I am eager. [ She tells him, voice raw, her lips moving against his so his mouth swallows the words. ] I want you.