( wouldn't it just be terrible if he did stop with his fingers still inside of her? but no, he's not going to do that. he's not going to deny her this because he knows that it has to be killing her to be so, so wound up and having had to wait to do anything about it.
he braces a hand against her hip and thrusts his fingers inside of her, thumb rubbing against her clit every single time he rocks those fingers inside of her. he swallows, watching her come apart against his wall, on his fingers and he doesn't think he's going to stop until she's come apart. he thinks he wants to watch her like this after what feels like a long, long time apart.
his fingers don't relent, his pace doesn't slow. he keeps pressing his fingers inside of her over and over again, going as deep as he's able before he twists them and pulls them out, making sure to pay attention to her clit when he moves his fingers back inside. )
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he braces a hand against her hip and thrusts his fingers inside of her, thumb rubbing against her clit every single time he rocks those fingers inside of her. he swallows, watching her come apart against his wall, on his fingers and he doesn't think he's going to stop until she's come apart. he thinks he wants to watch her like this after what feels like a long, long time apart.
his fingers don't relent, his pace doesn't slow. he keeps pressing his fingers inside of her over and over again, going as deep as he's able before he twists them and pulls them out, making sure to pay attention to her clit when he moves his fingers back inside. )