[ she’s close, she’s so close right now. the edge is right in her reach. her chest heaves with each panting breath, inhales interspersed with small moans and whines. her head rolls back, the noises she’s making somehow louder.
even with the pleasure that’s flooding every synapse, she can feel the pressure from his finger. it’s slick, she’s slick, but it would still be an effort to work inside, especially when her whole body wants to draw up tight in impending orgasm. it isn’t painful, not even uncomfortable really; just different. ]
Oliver, I’m gonna... I’m gonna...
[ it’s like she’s waiting for his permission, or issuing some kind of warning so he can move. so he can trade his mouth for his other hand to finish her off. ]
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even with the pleasure that’s flooding every synapse, she can feel the pressure from his finger. it’s slick, she’s slick, but it would still be an effort to work inside, especially when her whole body wants to draw up tight in impending orgasm. it isn’t painful, not even uncomfortable really; just different. ]
Oliver, I’m gonna... I’m gonna...
[ it’s like she’s waiting for his permission, or issuing some kind of warning so he can move. so he can trade his mouth for his other hand to finish her off. ]