[ Rey leans into the touch, savoring the steady massage as much as the sharp slap, which expels air from her lungs in a sudden burst of feeling. Her eyes drift shut, sated by the simple duality and the way it leaves her feeling fulfilled and yearning at the same time. Her fingertips dig into his scalp, nails scraping as she gets a fistful of his hair. Her other hand tightens too, at his shoulder, digging into the muscle there.
The fascination and husky intrigue with which he addresses the point of her enjoyment, though, is what makes her groan. Full-bodied and warm and needy. But then her eyes open again and she peers down at him, a glittering amusement behind her eyes. ]
Naughty?
[ She repeats, like she's never heard the word and finds it to be comical and her new favorite word all at once. And why wouldn't it be, given the context? So she supposes it's true enough, what he says, and affirms: ] Feels good.
[ Which is not the whole truth. It does hurt, the slaps against her skin, the sharp sting that radiates and lingers. But the rub of his palm soothes it, and beyond that point, the tingling is stimulating, encouraging. She basks in it. The sting wakes her body up to appreciate the rest, for the way his mouth works over her breast. But the contented lingering has stretched out for as long as Rey, task-driven and goal-oriented Rey, has the patience for. So she pulls at his hair to make him look up at her and she slots her mouth against his, lapping against the edge of his teeth, and only when she stops for breath, she says, ] I want to cum. Will you help me?
[ She could show him. Lesson for lesson. But she wants it to be at his hand, this time. Though her eyes linger on his bruised, wet lips for a moment and she thinks his mouth or his cock would be alright too. But first, she needs to know if he's through punishing her, and ready to reward her instead. ]
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The fascination and husky intrigue with which he addresses the point of her enjoyment, though, is what makes her groan. Full-bodied and warm and needy. But then her eyes open again and she peers down at him, a glittering amusement behind her eyes. ]
Naughty?
[ She repeats, like she's never heard the word and finds it to be comical and her new favorite word all at once. And why wouldn't it be, given the context? So she supposes it's true enough, what he says, and affirms: ] Feels good.
[ Which is not the whole truth. It does hurt, the slaps against her skin, the sharp sting that radiates and lingers. But the rub of his palm soothes it, and beyond that point, the tingling is stimulating, encouraging. She basks in it. The sting wakes her body up to appreciate the rest, for the way his mouth works over her breast. But the contented lingering has stretched out for as long as Rey, task-driven and goal-oriented Rey, has the patience for. So she pulls at his hair to make him look up at her and she slots her mouth against his, lapping against the edge of his teeth, and only when she stops for breath, she says, ] I want to cum. Will you help me?
[ She could show him. Lesson for lesson. But she wants it to be at his hand, this time. Though her eyes linger on his bruised, wet lips for a moment and she thinks his mouth or his cock would be alright too. But first, she needs to know if he's through punishing her, and ready to reward her instead. ]