[It takes him a few seconds to come back down, forehead remaining heavy on his shoulder while she gently pulls him along, but never over. The sharp pinch at his earlobe grabs his attention, and pulls him back to the present. Eventually, he exhales hard and lifts his head again, brushing his cheek along her’s in the process. His nod is short, but eager. Preferably more than a few seconds stabs at his soft underbelly, but just enough to encourage him to try a little harder.
But stars it hurt to come so close. He feels himself, heavy in her hand, and swallows down another needy sound.
One hand slips down between them again, from her chest down between her legs slipping one finger between her folds. His eyes stay locked with her’s when he pulls his head back — bond leads him inward easily, in an effort to make certain that she’s on his same wavelength. He’s not certain he’d be able to resist his orgasm a second time.]
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But stars it hurt to come so close. He feels himself, heavy in her hand, and swallows down another needy sound.
One hand slips down between them again, from her chest down between her legs slipping one finger between her folds. His eyes stay locked with her’s when he pulls his head back — bond leads him inward easily, in an effort to make certain that she’s on his same wavelength. He’s not certain he’d be able to resist his orgasm a second time.]