[ That's cool though, she's welcome to get as much as she can out of what he's doing - that's why he's doing it, after all. If she wants more there, he'll push a little harder, graze his teeth a little more and fall against her a bit more because it's a reasonable course of action, right? She seems to be appreciating it, so. Seems good. And of course, she hasn't actually relinquished any measure of control with all of this. She's still entirely in control here, she's just letting him take on more of the effort for the moment. That's all. ]
[ The not-quite-a-whimper turns into a low hum of appreciation as she presses her lips to his neck, pulls him closer with her hands as she lets them run across his skin, back and forth, smoothing it under her fingers. She's definitely appreciating it, all of it. He can take on some of the effort temporarily, so long as he's not too tired. She has the answers she needed, thinks that he does believe her. Now she's ready to let go, temporarily. ]
[ He shifts up enough to let her reach his neck without too much strain, follows the line of her collarbone with his mouth and then traces the tendon in her neck that stands out most against her shoulder. A little extra pressure with his hand, a moment of specifically applied stimulation before he shifts the focus higher again, a scrape of teeth here, a smoothed salve just afterwards, and then again with the pressure and stimulation in concentrate. Like any other delicate machine or instrument, with the parts and strings replaced by musculature and nerves. ]
[ It's really not going to take very much all in all to get her off, considering that the entire session with him had essentially acted as foreplay for her, turned her on progressively more and more until by the time he was actually able to touch her she was mostly nerves. Her legs spread open a little more under his hand and she bares her neck for him further, nips at the skin just over his pulse a little and then has to stop to draw a breath in because his technique with his hands has always been quite stellar. ] You're really close. [ It's murmured against his skin, slow and soft like all of her movements right now. ]
I'll work a little harder then. [ And he can. And will. For a few moments, anyway, his mouth on her neck and his hand on her breast and his other sliding another finger inside her as things move along.
Actually, come to mention that. ] I could move a little lower, if that would help. Depends on how close, I suppose. How much you're enjoying - [ With a little bit of a nip to her jawline. ] - the current placement.
Mmm. [ Her smile spreads a little wider on his face as he talks and she moves her hips just a little into the motion of his fingers, hand curling around his neck as he's bent over her, fisting into his hair. ] I think you're good.
[ Very, very good, and she draws in a breath that's almost a gasp and then just holds it as she tilts her head back, her body stilling without much extra warning. Everything feels hot and slow and beautiful as she presses up against him just a little bit more. ] See? [ When she's let her breath out again. ] Definitely good.
[ Oh, well. That'll do. He's quietly just very proud of himself then, thanks. Takes a moment to watch her reaction unfold and develop and dissolve. ]
I'm glad. Hate to be disappointing. [ Although, you remember how he wasn't tired at all? Yeah, he's more or less exhausted now. Yay. He gradually extricates himself from her, doesn't really shift to remove his weight but lies a little bit onto his side at least. ]
[ He can absolutely be proud of himself, because she's quite pleased right now with both of them and all of that and the entire episode of today. She feels like it went really well, all in all. ]
Good thing you never are. [ She leans into him as he shifts, waits patiently for him to finish his adjustment before she settles fully next to him, smiles. ] I feel kind of like sleeping, right now. You?
God, yes. Can we sleep? I feel like we should totally do that, okay, I am all for the whole idea where we just, you know, sort of pass out right here. I feel like we've shared enough, all that caring and everything, we should just - [ What a well-timed yawn. ] - that.
[ She stifles the laugh that's an almost automatic response to the timing of his yawn, curls into him and smiles. ] Yeah, I think you're pretty tired. [ And she's admittedly thoroughly tired herself right now, is on the verge of just passing out against him regardless. ]
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Actually, come to mention that. ] I could move a little lower, if that would help. Depends on how close, I suppose. How much you're enjoying - [ With a little bit of a nip to her jawline. ] - the current placement.
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[ Very, very good, and she draws in a breath that's almost a gasp and then just holds it as she tilts her head back, her body stilling without much extra warning. Everything feels hot and slow and beautiful as she presses up against him just a little bit more. ] See? [ When she's let her breath out again. ] Definitely good.
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I'm glad. Hate to be disappointing. [ Although, you remember how he wasn't tired at all? Yeah, he's more or less exhausted now. Yay. He gradually extricates himself from her, doesn't really shift to remove his weight but lies a little bit onto his side at least. ]
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Good thing you never are. [ She leans into him as he shifts, waits patiently for him to finish his adjustment before she settles fully next to him, smiles. ] I feel kind of like sleeping, right now. You?
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