[As she curls into him, his fingers relax their tight grip on her hair and slide around the back of her neck, not pinning her there now but just a comfortable touch, affectionate and easy. His hand moves just enough to meet each shift of her hips, but it's her rhythm she's setting and god, that wet slide against his palm might become one of his favorite things.
Someday he might deny her, make her work even harder to come for him, somehow he thinks she'd like that and he knows he would, but this time he catches her mouth almost before she's finished asking, licking along her lower lip as his fingers stroke out and back in, three of them just like she's asked, since she's been so good so far and given him everything he's wanted. His fingers curl deep, just where they were before, and the heel of his hand presses insistently, urging her just that much more.] Good, c'mon, I can feel how much you want it.
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Someday he might deny her, make her work even harder to come for him, somehow he thinks she'd like that and he knows he would, but this time he catches her mouth almost before she's finished asking, licking along her lower lip as his fingers stroke out and back in, three of them just like she's asked, since she's been so good so far and given him everything he's wanted. His fingers curl deep, just where they were before, and the heel of his hand presses insistently, urging her just that much more.] Good, c'mon, I can feel how much you want it.