[ Parker's breath hitches and shudders at the same time as Angel takes her hand, brings it closer. Lips parted open, she looks down between them where her hands link together, eyes half-lidded. Only then does she look up again and her movements are soft and slow and her heart is racing already because-- because how could it not be? Parker is careful as she brings the hand from her back to her hair, brushing it gently behind her ear. Tilts her head to kiss her again, all slow and wholesome, the taste of her abundant in her mouth, in her tongue. Leans back, just a little, to keep her eyes on her face, even if she flicks them down between them to adjust her fingers against her.
There's a shudder that rips through her when when her fingers press into her. Remarkably easy, but then again, it is to be expected. Doesn't make it any less exciting. She is careful as she slips her middle finger into her, slow, delayed, near torture. Can feel how slick and sensitive she still is, only makes it better as she pulls it back slowly-- and then pushes her index into her as well, same careful pace. Keeps her eyes on Angel, taking notes of her face, her expression. ]
Tell me if it's too much.
[ She whispers softly, against her lips, as she presses a slow kiss to her. Brings her hand back to her hip, not holding, just wanting to follow the way she moves naturally as she curls her fingers inside her. A press inside, to the front of her, pushing up softly to where she knows it feels too much, especially right then. Almost a little too fast, soft, slick noises as she moves against Angel. Not too much, enough to want her to move to her own pace, only to set it faster. Wants to have her riding on that still blissful wave, on the pulsing beat of oversensivity.
But more than anything, she wants to hear her. Feel her. Nuzzles close to her, sweet and gentle and needy, contrast to her fingers. All pink, short hair messy and matted to her forehead, shoulder red and scratch marks down her back pulsing softly and she doesn't mind them at all. ]
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There's a shudder that rips through her when when her fingers press into her. Remarkably easy, but then again, it is to be expected. Doesn't make it any less exciting. She is careful as she slips her middle finger into her, slow, delayed, near torture. Can feel how slick and sensitive she still is, only makes it better as she pulls it back slowly-- and then pushes her index into her as well, same careful pace. Keeps her eyes on Angel, taking notes of her face, her expression. ]
Tell me if it's too much.
[ She whispers softly, against her lips, as she presses a slow kiss to her. Brings her hand back to her hip, not holding, just wanting to follow the way she moves naturally as she curls her fingers inside her. A press inside, to the front of her, pushing up softly to where she knows it feels too much, especially right then. Almost a little too fast, soft, slick noises as she moves against Angel. Not too much, enough to want her to move to her own pace, only to set it faster. Wants to have her riding on that still blissful wave, on the pulsing beat of oversensivity.
But more than anything, she wants to hear her. Feel her. Nuzzles close to her, sweet and gentle and needy, contrast to her fingers. All pink, short hair messy and matted to her forehead, shoulder red and scratch marks down her back pulsing softly and she doesn't mind them at all. ]