[ lips part to return that kiss in earnest, though all of her nerves feel like they're on fire, and none of her muscles want to respond to what her mind is telling them to do. roxy can barely concentrate on anything except the man in front of — no, beneath her, and each panted breath she draws in doesn't seem to help her body calm. even if it did, ichiro's voice would completely unravel her down to her very core.
her body accepts his fingers easily, slick and malleable as she has become. her hips want to move but all roxy will allow herself is that press of their foreheads, stolen kisses whenever she has the oxygen; and when his fingers curl another heady, unbridled moan slips out of her. she wants to call out his name, she wants everyone to know it's ichiro that's making her feel so good but the moment she does that they'll get intro trouble. it's the only thing keeping her in control.
it's the only thing preventing her from going too fast. he's more experienced, so he if he says "don't come yet" like that, then roxy is going to want to listen. abdominal muscles tense and hold her steady, pulling her walls tight around ichiro's fingers and making each subsequent thrust of them meet with a little more resistance. even then she whines, arms looping around his shoulders more steadily now, hands seeking out that thick mop of black hair to grab and tug the further down his mouth goes on her neck.
don't come yet, so she tries not to move, but already her knees are shaking. the slow pace is more than just maddening, and roxy bites her lip again hoping that small bit of pain will distract her and keep her under control. ]
I l, love the way you feel, [ she stutters, knowing no one else but the rafters will hear it. ] Oh, god—
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her body accepts his fingers easily, slick and malleable as she has become. her hips want to move but all roxy will allow herself is that press of their foreheads, stolen kisses whenever she has the oxygen; and when his fingers curl another heady, unbridled moan slips out of her. she wants to call out his name, she wants everyone to know it's ichiro that's making her feel so good but the moment she does that they'll get intro trouble. it's the only thing keeping her in control.
it's the only thing preventing her from going too fast. he's more experienced, so he if he says "don't come yet" like that, then roxy is going to want to listen. abdominal muscles tense and hold her steady, pulling her walls tight around ichiro's fingers and making each subsequent thrust of them meet with a little more resistance. even then she whines, arms looping around his shoulders more steadily now, hands seeking out that thick mop of black hair to grab and tug the further down his mouth goes on her neck.
don't come yet, so she tries not to move, but already her knees are shaking. the slow pace is more than just maddening, and roxy bites her lip again hoping that small bit of pain will distract her and keep her under control. ]
I l, love the way you feel, [ she stutters, knowing no one else but the rafters will hear it. ] Oh, god—