A laugh bubbles up out of her at that, warm and fond as she slides her hand up his arm. With the added light, she can better see the smooth expanse of his skin, completely free of scars. All the scars she made.
Her hand slides up over his chest, trailing from one side to the other, and she pauses at his simple request. He sounds almost hopeful, and she finds herself completely enamored with his smooth voice coupled with his intense gaze and boyish sweep of his hair. She would do almost anything, she thinks, if he keeps looking at her like that.
She swallows hard and nods, relaxing back against the bed as she slides one hand down her belly, biting her lip as her fingertips slide through the short curls between her legs.
"Pay very close attention," she says in a warm, lilting voice, smiling up at him as she slides her fingers lower, almost surprised at the amount of wetness she finds there. A blush spreads across her cheeks, rushing down across her chest, but she keeps her eyes on his face as she circles that tight bud of nerves with her fingertip, gasping sharply when she finally allows herself to touch it.
Everything feels so much more intense with him here, staring at her, and she moans as she rubs at herself with tight little circles, hips jerking as she bites her lip. Usually this is enough for her, but sometimes she thinks of his fingers, so she lets out a shuddering breath and spreads herself open with her fingers, wrapping her legs more securely around him as she slowly sinks her middle finger inside of herself.
This doesn't always do much for her, but now it makes her clench down with need because he's so close, and she knows that he could make her body sing. She presses in deeply and grinds her palm against her clitoris, gasping as pleasure shoots through her body, making her nipples tighten as she arches her back.
"I imagined it was you," she admits, because what was once felt almost like a secret shame now feels like something she needs him to know. It's suddenly so important that he know.
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Her hand slides up over his chest, trailing from one side to the other, and she pauses at his simple request. He sounds almost hopeful, and she finds herself completely enamored with his smooth voice coupled with his intense gaze and boyish sweep of his hair. She would do almost anything, she thinks, if he keeps looking at her like that.
She swallows hard and nods, relaxing back against the bed as she slides one hand down her belly, biting her lip as her fingertips slide through the short curls between her legs.
"Pay very close attention," she says in a warm, lilting voice, smiling up at him as she slides her fingers lower, almost surprised at the amount of wetness she finds there. A blush spreads across her cheeks, rushing down across her chest, but she keeps her eyes on his face as she circles that tight bud of nerves with her fingertip, gasping sharply when she finally allows herself to touch it.
Everything feels so much more intense with him here, staring at her, and she moans as she rubs at herself with tight little circles, hips jerking as she bites her lip. Usually this is enough for her, but sometimes she thinks of his fingers, so she lets out a shuddering breath and spreads herself open with her fingers, wrapping her legs more securely around him as she slowly sinks her middle finger inside of herself.
This doesn't always do much for her, but now it makes her clench down with need because he's so close, and she knows that he could make her body sing. She presses in deeply and grinds her palm against her clitoris, gasping as pleasure shoots through her body, making her nipples tighten as she arches her back.
"I imagined it was you," she admits, because what was once felt almost like a secret shame now feels like something she needs him to know. It's suddenly so important that he know.