The feeling of him solid under her, meeting her push for pull, his own noises -- all of it makes her whimper more, press her sweaty forehead against his back, her free hand grabbing his ass and squeezing as hard as she can. Giving him a sensory overload wasn’t the plan per se but it isn’t something she’ll stop anytime soon, either. Tit(s) for tat, is what she says.
“N-no, you’re.. ahhh… you’re just perfect.”
Her voice drops to almost a soothing coo, the hand on his cock slowing in its movements even as her hips piston forward without a decrease in speed. His name pours from her lips like poison, burning and sinking into his very spine, at least she hopes, just as his words do to her.
Kara moans and squeezes shut her eyes as she imagines him tight at his suggestion, imagines what it would be like if it were her instead of her fingers, instead of this dildo, but she’ll take what she can get. And the satisfaction of making him squirm and gasp and pant is enough to satiate her appetite for now. Plus the friction rubbing inside her is maddening, and she moves her hand from his ass to his hair, twisting soft strands around her fingers.
“Yes-- yes, I do. I do, I do...w-wish I could feel you. You feel so fucking good.”
She purrs in his ear, even as her words are staccato, broken by huffs and pants of her own. There’s nothing quite like this in the whole wide universe, and she tries not to think about how luck hasn’t completely shit on her when it comes to having met him -- because if she thinks too hard about it, it might change in an instant.
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6/8/15 05:19 (UTC)“N-no, you’re.. ahhh… you’re just perfect.”
Her voice drops to almost a soothing coo, the hand on his cock slowing in its movements even as her hips piston forward without a decrease in speed. His name pours from her lips like poison, burning and sinking into his very spine, at least she hopes, just as his words do to her.
Kara moans and squeezes shut her eyes as she imagines him tight at his suggestion, imagines what it would be like if it were her instead of her fingers, instead of this dildo, but she’ll take what she can get. And the satisfaction of making him squirm and gasp and pant is enough to satiate her appetite for now. Plus the friction rubbing inside her is maddening, and she moves her hand from his ass to his hair, twisting soft strands around her fingers.
“Yes-- yes, I do. I do, I do...w-wish I could feel you. You feel so fucking good.”
She purrs in his ear, even as her words are staccato, broken by huffs and pants of her own. There’s nothing quite like this in the whole wide universe, and she tries not to think about how luck hasn’t completely shit on her when it comes to having met him -- because if she thinks too hard about it, it might change in an instant.
For now it’s them, only them, in this moment.