[She can hear it, the way his breath starts to strain, and god, those little gasps he makes are entirely too enticing. She can feel his arousal, and she'd never say it, but that just makes it better. She's careful and far kinder with sexuality than people expect, and she wants him to enjoy it. She likes watching him, how overwhelmed he is, seeing him like this gives her a piece of that desire to pull him apart. His pulse fast against her fingers, and it draws her in, unable to focus on anything except him and how he looks like this.
She watches how his eyes flutter, and she's almost worried he might close them, and god, but she enjoys watching him like this. But he doesn't. His eyes looking into hers, and she's just as unwilling to blink, to look away, blue eyes glittering as she watches his, the way his pupils are dilated so it's hard to make out where the iris is. He groans and there's a touch of a gasp, the way his body arches, her free hand coming up to catch against his shoulder, steadying herself.
It's been too long since she's done this, she's not out of practice it's just under her skin. But she doesn't stop, doesn't want to stop. Instead, her fingers soften just a bit, pulling back just a touch, but only for long enough to let him catch a breath. She's not the sort to drag him to the edge all at once. Instead she pulls back, only to tighten again, push a little bit further, tighter than she had before. A low sound, a catch of her breath, twitch of her hips against him.]
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She watches how his eyes flutter, and she's almost worried he might close them, and god, but she enjoys watching him like this. But he doesn't. His eyes looking into hers, and she's just as unwilling to blink, to look away, blue eyes glittering as she watches his, the way his pupils are dilated so it's hard to make out where the iris is. He groans and there's a touch of a gasp, the way his body arches, her free hand coming up to catch against his shoulder, steadying herself.
It's been too long since she's done this, she's not out of practice it's just under her skin. But she doesn't stop, doesn't want to stop. Instead, her fingers soften just a bit, pulling back just a touch, but only for long enough to let him catch a breath. She's not the sort to drag him to the edge all at once. Instead she pulls back, only to tighten again, push a little bit further, tighter than she had before. A low sound, a catch of her breath, twitch of her hips against him.]