[ The first time he jumps she pauses, tightens her grip on him and waits for him to settle again. In the meantime she presses her lips to the back of his neck for a little bit, follows the marks her nails had left on his shoulder earlier with her mouth, first her tongue to soothe them and then her teeth to mark him again.
Hers. It's in every moment she touches him right now, the possessive dig of her fingers and the clear freedom she feels to do what she wants to his body. She wants it visible on him, wants him to feel it as strongly as she does, remember it when he moves.
After she's certain he's still again, at least for the moment, she shifts her fingers again, reaches for his balls and the underside of his dick. ] Did you fix it later?
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Hers. It's in every moment she touches him right now, the possessive dig of her fingers and the clear freedom she feels to do what she wants to his body. She wants it visible on him, wants him to feel it as strongly as she does, remember it when he moves.
After she's certain he's still again, at least for the moment, she shifts her fingers again, reaches for his balls and the underside of his dick. ] Did you fix it later?