[Her hands lose their purchase on his arm, his chest, moving to cup each side of his cheeks and guide him into eye contact. Is it? Rahu's eyes, cloudy and pleading, search for the answer. When he was the one who offered to take care of her, to see her through this in the first place, she can't tolerate the thought of not doing or being enough.
Her grip may have lapsed, and she may have traded some of the closeness between their upper bodies in favor of searching his gaze, but she never fully stops grinding the heat of her cunt down against the hard shadow of his erect shaft. Each exhale is sharp and punctuated when the outline of his head drags deeply against her.]
It doesn't have to be... [She exhales. If there's more he wants beyond this, it isn't as if she's unprepared to give it. But when nerves still have her clenched tense and tight... ] I just didn't wanna make you wait. [Rash, impatient when it comes to being pushed toward things she thinks she must do... it's a shortcoming that's all the more exacerbated by the suit flare now. It's the kind of impatience that leads to dryhumping in a beach chair.]
It is. [Even through his hazy stare, there is something akin to firmness in his gaze. Wriothesley has always been one to seek his partner's pleasure over his own. He also cared for their comfort. As distracting as the friction against his dick makes him want to get lost in that heat and pleasure, he also wants to make sure they're on the same page.
He leans in, breath mingling in pants.] I only want to go as far as you want to go. [He doesn't need her to push herself for his sake. There was pleasure and enjoyment in just what they're doing right now. The sweet press of bodies and curious touches.]
There's no need to offer it all. [Perhaps she's used to only having to give her all to others. It's a sad thought and makes him all the more determined that they don't need these suits to fully dictate their actions.] This is best if we both enjoy it and it's important to have limits.
[He forces her hips down, grinding his cock against her cunt.] Boundaries.
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[Her hands lose their purchase on his arm, his chest, moving to cup each side of his cheeks and guide him into eye contact. Is it? Rahu's eyes, cloudy and pleading, search for the answer. When he was the one who offered to take care of her, to see her through this in the first place, she can't tolerate the thought of not doing or being enough.
Her grip may have lapsed, and she may have traded some of the closeness between their upper bodies in favor of searching his gaze, but she never fully stops grinding the heat of her cunt down against the hard shadow of his erect shaft. Each exhale is sharp and punctuated when the outline of his head drags deeply against her.]
It doesn't have to be... [She exhales. If there's more he wants beyond this, it isn't as if she's unprepared to give it. But when nerves still have her clenched tense and tight... ] I just didn't wanna make you wait. [Rash, impatient when it comes to being pushed toward things she thinks she must do... it's a shortcoming that's all the more exacerbated by the suit flare now. It's the kind of impatience that leads to dryhumping in a beach chair.]
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He leans in, breath mingling in pants.] I only want to go as far as you want to go. [He doesn't need her to push herself for his sake. There was pleasure and enjoyment in just what they're doing right now. The sweet press of bodies and curious touches.]
There's no need to offer it all. [Perhaps she's used to only having to give her all to others. It's a sad thought and makes him all the more determined that they don't need these suits to fully dictate their actions.] This is best if we both enjoy it and it's important to have limits.
[He forces her hips down, grinding his cock against her cunt.] Boundaries.