[ If he were to stop, she'd let more than a few curse words fly free; she's likely already doing it now, interspersed with harsher gasps for breath and louder moans, but she's too lost in pleasure to really consider anything that's coming out of her mouth right now. The fact that it's his hand working so steadily between her thighs, fingers stirring her harder and faster, rather than some image she's using to fuel her own touch — she didn't think she'd missed this between them that much, but she has.
She knows she can gyrate against his fingers a little harder now and he'll be able to take it, bear it with his strength, but she can't match his tempo when she's already spiraling higher and closer to her climax — and what's more, watching her do it.
Her gaze is locked to his now, unyielding, and when he pulls his fingers out of her she almost sobs at the lack, the emptiness, before he feeds them back inside; the next curving thrust, the next slide of his thumb over her clit is finally what does it and she bites down on her lower lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as she finally comes in a rippling squeeze around those three digits while her release soaks his palm. ]
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She knows she can gyrate against his fingers a little harder now and he'll be able to take it, bear it with his strength, but she can't match his tempo when she's already spiraling higher and closer to her climax — and what's more, watching her do it.
Her gaze is locked to his now, unyielding, and when he pulls his fingers out of her she almost sobs at the lack, the emptiness, before he feeds them back inside; the next curving thrust, the next slide of his thumb over her clit is finally what does it and she bites down on her lower lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as she finally comes in a rippling squeeze around those three digits while her release soaks his palm. ]