[ desire hoods her eyes as she looks down at him, and though the bond makes it so that she can feel the sticky smear of fluids across his face, seeing him flushed and eager and wet with her arousal mixing into his own spit. she would have him looking like this all the time, if she could. hungry and wet with his cock out.
as sad as she is to lose his hand on her hip, she can feel how it moves, and a smile spreads across her face as he takes time only to do what's necessary for him to withstand the continued denial of satisfying her. the ache he feels come through too. she understands it.
once, she had believed him her better. that he would be the one leading the way, leading their people, leading her. but she has come to understand ben. what he needs, and what she does. ]
It's alright. [ her voice is soft with permission. ] Touch yourself.
[ she wrests her arm free of one strap of her dress and pulls her neckline down to expose one of her breasts. cold air prickles her skin and she pinches her nipple until it stings. this motion she pairs with the hard yank of his hair. hard enough that she can feel it too.
with a grunt rey drops her head to the desk and arches her back, rocking back and forth in time with his fingers, with his tongue. she's able to lose herself in that rhythm. the fever inside of her starts to swell, converting to a tension that flexes her thighs and has her pulling him closer. and trembling. ]
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as sad as she is to lose his hand on her hip, she can feel how it moves, and a smile spreads across her face as he takes time only to do what's necessary for him to withstand the continued denial of satisfying her. the ache he feels come through too. she understands it.
once, she had believed him her better. that he would be the one leading the way, leading their people, leading her. but she has come to understand ben. what he needs, and what she does. ]
It's alright. [ her voice is soft with permission. ] Touch yourself.
[ she wrests her arm free of one strap of her dress and pulls her neckline down to expose one of her breasts. cold air prickles her skin and she pinches her nipple until it stings. this motion she pairs with the hard yank of his hair. hard enough that she can feel it too.
with a grunt rey drops her head to the desk and arches her back, rocking back and forth in time with his fingers, with his tongue. she's able to lose herself in that rhythm. the fever inside of her starts to swell, converting to a tension that flexes her thighs and has her pulling him closer. and trembling. ]