[ Her back hits the wall hard enough for the kiss to temporarily break, her mouth peeling away from his with a soft sound, but he seizes advantage of it to redirect his attention elsewhere, ducking his head to nip against her throat and the junctures of her shoulders. It's not until she feels the cool air against her legs that she realizes he's trying to drag her skirt up, hitch it up higher, and she lifts her hips away from the wall to tuck the fabric behind herself, clearing it out of the way seconds before he dips a hand between her thighs.
One touch of his hand would have been enough to reduce her knees to uselessness, but then he rubs, using the friction of her underwear against her and she nearly sobs from it already, the oversensitivity brought on by the cocoa meaning that she's damnably soaked through the fabric even before he starts.
It's not enough; she needs more than that, and he knows it too, but it feels like he's purposefully working her up so he can make her come even harder eventually, and she whispers, feverish and frantic and still trying to boss him around. ] Put your fingers inside me.
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One touch of his hand would have been enough to reduce her knees to uselessness, but then he rubs, using the friction of her underwear against her and she nearly sobs from it already, the oversensitivity brought on by the cocoa meaning that she's damnably soaked through the fabric even before he starts.
It's not enough; she needs more than that, and he knows it too, but it feels like he's purposefully working her up so he can make her come even harder eventually, and she whispers, feverish and frantic and still trying to boss him around. ] Put your fingers inside me.