[ It's the vulnerability really - that gets her. Something she finds hard to let go of, too long gripping onto the little bits of herself to keep it whole. But like this - there isn't anything else but to feel it, to be caught and held. Not even so much as to rock against the curve of her mouth against her.
Rather there isn't much else but to feel it. Her nails scratching merciless up her shoulders as she's teased, demanding pull because she can't do much else. Can only feel how slick she is, open and pleading in breathless gasps for air. Right up until she gets it and there isn't anything to counter it. Sears sharp up her spine feels the shake in her limbs but she can't do anything against it. Nothing but to feel it, and it's not kind. It runs her through, strings her out and she's never had any walls up against it. Little escalating noises where she's not quiet, she's never been, hint enough as if the sharp burning sing of her mind wasn't enough.
Can't even manage her name then, because it does not skitter past her, just hits her low and hard. Her fingers curling sharply into her shoulder, half moon press of her nails into her shoulders, just hanging on then because she can't do much else, everything else escapes. ]
Please, please -
[ She's too busy locking herself, keeping the sharp sting of her abilities out of herself, to have any other walls and it does her utterly, that whimper she feels rather than hears that is the sweetest little vibration that she can't hold against. Calls out deep from the back of her throat as she comes, hard and messy against her mouth, a slick curling heat, holding onto her just to keep herself up. A tight curl of wires in her body, wound and wound and wound and it hurts because she doesn't know how to feel things so bright without them hurting. Wanting is an agony but having is a sweet kind of death. ]
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Rather there isn't much else but to feel it. Her nails scratching merciless up her shoulders as she's teased, demanding pull because she can't do much else. Can only feel how slick she is, open and pleading in breathless gasps for air. Right up until she gets it and there isn't anything to counter it. Sears sharp up her spine feels the shake in her limbs but she can't do anything against it. Nothing but to feel it, and it's not kind. It runs her through, strings her out and she's never had any walls up against it. Little escalating noises where she's not quiet, she's never been, hint enough as if the sharp burning sing of her mind wasn't enough.
Can't even manage her name then, because it does not skitter past her, just hits her low and hard. Her fingers curling sharply into her shoulder, half moon press of her nails into her shoulders, just hanging on then because she can't do much else, everything else escapes. ]
Please, please -
[ She's too busy locking herself, keeping the sharp sting of her abilities out of herself, to have any other walls and it does her utterly, that whimper she feels rather than hears that is the sweetest little vibration that she can't hold against. Calls out deep from the back of her throat as she comes, hard and messy against her mouth, a slick curling heat, holding onto her just to keep herself up. A tight curl of wires in her body, wound and wound and wound and it hurts because she doesn't know how to feel things so bright without them hurting. Wanting is an agony but having is a sweet kind of death. ]