A, And I aim... to please- [Everett gasps out, groaning in the deepest part of his throat as she rolled her hips. He knows he looks a mess, all tangled hair and flushed skin. His glasses fell slightly askew, but he has a plenty good look up at her, still. Given how well kept he always tried to be, mostly succeeding, it made a delicious contrast to be made a mess of.
Meeting her bounces with his own, more limited movements beneath, giving the control to her was putting him on edge. Or perhaps she was getting there and it was feeding into him? So difficult to tell where a feeling starts and ends, with the bond, but it was a novel experience.
He's not sure he needs to say it, but he does, liking it to cross through his lips]
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Meeting her bounces with his own, more limited movements beneath, giving the control to her was putting him on edge. Or perhaps she was getting there and it was feeding into him? So difficult to tell where a feeling starts and ends, with the bond, but it was a novel experience.
He's not sure he needs to say it, but he does, liking it to cross through his lips]
Sokie, I'm getting- getting close-