[ she's still learning — deciphering the motions that instinct only gives her in brief urges, putting visuals and memories together to understand what different touches might feel like. but his question helps. it brings her to focus, lets her push through the haze of sensation that's been clouding her mind as he touches her, so that she can appreciate the weight of him against her, the near growl of his voice, the heat that seems to lap at her between her legs as his fingertips pass in slow motion through the slick of her arousal. ]
You won't stop, will you?
[ she knows that he won't, but she wants him to promise. she wants to hear him tell her in that same low voice exactly what he plans to do to her, and for how long, even if she doesn't entirely know why.
rey doesn't wait, though. she simply shifts, pushing herself up on one arm as the other reaches down, the soft skin of her palm draping over the length of him. it's half fascination, half appreciation; he'd made her feel impossibly good before in a matter of minutes, and as nice as his hands feel stroking her, she knows with a certainty that's sure to be her undoing exactly how much she liked the way he'd filled her up. that certainty encourages her to squeeze, to press a little firmly, to try and deliver the same surge of sensation that he'd given her before, her gaze flicking up to his to watch his expression as she experiments. ]
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You won't stop, will you?
[ she knows that he won't, but she wants him to promise. she wants to hear him tell her in that same low voice exactly what he plans to do to her, and for how long, even if she doesn't entirely know why.
rey doesn't wait, though. she simply shifts, pushing herself up on one arm as the other reaches down, the soft skin of her palm draping over the length of him. it's half fascination, half appreciation; he'd made her feel impossibly good before in a matter of minutes, and as nice as his hands feel stroking her, she knows with a certainty that's sure to be her undoing exactly how much she liked the way he'd filled her up. that certainty encourages her to squeeze, to press a little firmly, to try and deliver the same surge of sensation that he'd given her before, her gaze flicking up to his to watch his expression as she experiments. ]