(just trust me he says, and the fact that she does is both obvious and surprising, enough that there's no sarcasm or eyerolling to that request, even as curiosity burns as to what his plan could possibly be.
Suffice to say, as she is quickly discovering is the norm here, it's all centred on making her feel good. His fingers are one more layer of sensation, one more way her nerves are overwhelmed as he presses inside of her, their hips perfectly matched to an increasingly staccato rhythm.
It doesn't take much longer before she's coming apart beneath him, nails clinging to his shoulders, gasps wordless as she constricts against him, muscles trembling before strength leaves them and all she can do is wrap herself around him, painting lazy kisses to his collarbone. )
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Suffice to say, as she is quickly discovering is the norm here, it's all centred on making her feel good. His fingers are one more layer of sensation, one more way her nerves are overwhelmed as he presses inside of her, their hips perfectly matched to an increasingly staccato rhythm.
It doesn't take much longer before she's coming apart beneath him, nails clinging to his shoulders, gasps wordless as she constricts against him, muscles trembling before strength leaves them and all she can do is wrap herself around him, painting lazy kisses to his collarbone. )