[ Her climax staves the most urgent edge off of her need, and the relief of it floods through her in the meantime as she shakes almost uncontrollably, inwardly grateful that he doesn't move to immediately pull his fingers out. She wants him to stay inside while she writhes through every sensation, knowing he can likely feel her inner walls clenching and squeezing around him; it's the same when it's his cock inside her, and part of her shudders at the mere present thought of him replacing his fingers with something much larger.
Truly, she should be pushing him away, asserting the distance between them the first chance she gets, but instead she clutches onto him, fingers twisting in his shirt, chin tipping up just enough so that she can skim her mouth against his — seeking, searching, still wanting more. She could very well make it back to her own living quarters on her own power, deal with the sticky residue of her release between her thighs, but now she's just greedy enough to attempt to seize more from him while it's only the two of them alone together. ]
no subject
Truly, she should be pushing him away, asserting the distance between them the first chance she gets, but instead she clutches onto him, fingers twisting in his shirt, chin tipping up just enough so that she can skim her mouth against his — seeking, searching, still wanting more. She could very well make it back to her own living quarters on her own power, deal with the sticky residue of her release between her thighs, but now she's just greedy enough to attempt to seize more from him while it's only the two of them alone together. ]