[ The stinging imprint of his teeth in her shoulder is almost as good as the relentless thrust of his hand between her legs. She knows that'll be black and blue later — a day or two maybe, fleeting with her physiology, but long enough that it'll send heat straight between her thighs every time she turns her head and feels the mottled skin ache.
Not that she needs the encouragement of her imagination to get her to the edge. He's doing a plenty good job of that — she's so wet that the slide of his fingers is effortless. Her thighs tense against him where his body holds them open, her grasp on his clothes twisting harshly in the fabric as she leans her weight back against the wall in an effort to stay upright. Every little breath is strained and quick, growing shorter the closer she gets —
Her mouth falls open on an airless sound when it hits her, her eyes squeezing shut when the rest of her body goes tight — then she's shuddering, twitching hard around his fingers, muffling her moans against his shoulder as she shakes. ]
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Not that she needs the encouragement of her imagination to get her to the edge. He's doing a plenty good job of that — she's so wet that the slide of his fingers is effortless. Her thighs tense against him where his body holds them open, her grasp on his clothes twisting harshly in the fabric as she leans her weight back against the wall in an effort to stay upright. Every little breath is strained and quick, growing shorter the closer she gets —
Her mouth falls open on an airless sound when it hits her, her eyes squeezing shut when the rest of her body goes tight — then she's shuddering, twitching hard around his fingers, muffling her moans against his shoulder as she shakes. ]