[ For the first time, she acts on impulse, not carefully curated awareness of how she thinks he wants this to go. Rey's hand snaps out against his forehead and pushes his head down when she feels his other hand draft southward. ]
I didn't tell you that you could touch yourself.
[ The ache and loss of a nearly missed orgasm does weird things to her blood pressure, leaving her slightly airy and dizzy. But she's resolved, jaw tight. So she denies herself for the sake of them both. If only Ben had done the same. ]
You want something for your hand to do? [ She shifts to dig her one knee under his arm, dragging the hand up and away from his cock so it can smother one of her tits, his palm warm against her skin. She has to lean and stretch her thighs wider apart to keep herself accessible to his mouth, this way, but it'll mostly be harder on his neck, and she's almost there anyway. ] Here. Try again.
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I didn't tell you that you could touch yourself.
[ The ache and loss of a nearly missed orgasm does weird things to her blood pressure, leaving her slightly airy and dizzy. But she's resolved, jaw tight. So she denies herself for the sake of them both. If only Ben had done the same. ]
You want something for your hand to do? [ She shifts to dig her one knee under his arm, dragging the hand up and away from his cock so it can smother one of her tits, his palm warm against her skin. She has to lean and stretch her thighs wider apart to keep herself accessible to his mouth, this way, but it'll mostly be harder on his neck, and she's almost there anyway. ] Here. Try again.