[her reply might take a moment since she is going to linger in the kiss a bit longer, deeper and with a heavy sigh. when she does break away to lay back down, she's still holding onto his hand]
Are not enjoying yourself? I am. And I can manage.
[her grip on his hand tightens for a beat, groaning. rather than closing her legs around him but willing them open, and she turns her head to him, kissing his head]
[they're ok. it's fine-- he has the perfect view from his position. though this is definitely getting to him too, as evidenced by his soft groans as thrusts into her, and the way his skin is getting at least a little bit of color. and there's definitely heat.
[she keeps her hand occupied with massaging his arm, as much as a distraction as a gesture to connect in more than one place, because her face does flash with the occasional moment of discomfort. still absorbed in the sensations and watching him]
[no, that motion gets her to change her tune immediately. she reaches up to hold him by the back of his head with both hands, pressing their foreheads together then reaching up to kiss him. it is a brief kiss, because it is hard to kiss and breathe and moan all at the same time, but it definitely relaxes her]
[relaxing is good, and so is hearing her start to lose it. he's going to go faster, as she gets more comfortable, soft groans escaping from the back of his throat]
[she makes a short keening noise as he changes speed, but she also starts trying to match it, pushing back to meet him. it takes her awhile to find the rhythm and she's holding on tightly to his neck, any scratching is absolutely incidental but also definitely happening]
[she winds her leg around his, trying to catch her own rhythm again. eventually, she just reaches up for a quick kiss and with the quickest, but not lightest, bite on his lip, then she digs nails in deep and hard down his back]
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Are not enjoying yourself? I am. And I can manage.
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[he squeezes her hand, lightly.]
Worried that might have changed?
[but also, he is definitely ready to go, and he leans down to kiss along the line of her neck— as he starts to push inside of her]
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[her grip on his hand tightens for a beat, groaning. rather than closing her legs around him but willing them open, and she turns her head to him, kissing his head]
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Well... that’s good...
[because honestly, he wants nothing more than to follow through on fucking her into the bed now.]
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Not — Yet.
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Okay. Okay.
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Now.
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Got it.
[makes it easier to pull almost out— and thrust back in.
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Jay.
[absentmindedly nodding her head as she realizes that may seem like a bad sign. it's okay, they're okay]
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heat-- is good.]
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[he admits slowly]
I don't mind the scratching.
[using his words, but not even sure how much she's hearing him, but fuck this feels amazing, either way]
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I, ah, could tell. Mmm, so, I was trying . . .
[#caught]
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[look he just wanted to tell her to do more]
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[she winds her leg around his, trying to catch her own rhythm again. eventually, she just reaches up for a quick kiss and with the quickest, but not lightest, bite on his lip, then she digs nails in deep and hard down his back]
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[unconsciously digging her nails in now, anchoring, while she arches into it and her toes curl, moaning and keening without abandon]
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C'mon...
[it is very hot and-- normally he'd feel like this was just the beginning of the night. but he's definitely handicapped tonight.]