[ Oh, to be knotted up - the curl of limbs, the flutter of breath, the desperate claw that builds and builds and builds like a river. Wrapping around her, eyes down in short sharp breaths of her own as Parker comes apart so sweetly in her fingers. Pretty, open, her name not a curse, but like she's wanted just for this, too real warmth that shudders through them.
Not something like Parker had done to her - not pushing her fast and quick, but lets it go and go and go, little by little, she cannot say the words anymore, but it's there, in each and every little action. She wants it to be too much, she wants it to be bright, burning, all sunrise, until it's too much to look at. Brings her close, almost, almost there but not gone, not yet. Catches her between her fingers press up and close and into her, curling, and the set of her body against her, encouraging her in soft little words. She feels so good - tight and wet and her lips are so sweet she wants to kiss her every single day that she's allowed to, just let her, just let her, just let her. Eyes lowered still and it gets the better of her, it shouldn't, but she never said pretended she was pure.
Lets her just hang in it, where she can't feel anything else but this, then she stops, just the once, not all cruelty, withdrawing her fingers to adjust the angle. Almost completely gone from her, as she moves, settles herself that little bit lower and close before she presses up into her sharply again. It's quick, then, sharp little movements that can only really have one goal. Doesn't let up, just keeps moving, so easy where she's so slick. Encouraging the quicker roll of her hips from the steady grip on her thigh. ]
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Not something like Parker had done to her - not pushing her fast and quick, but lets it go and go and go, little by little, she cannot say the words anymore, but it's there, in each and every little action. She wants it to be too much, she wants it to be bright, burning, all sunrise, until it's too much to look at. Brings her close, almost, almost there but not gone, not yet. Catches her between her fingers press up and close and into her, curling, and the set of her body against her, encouraging her in soft little words. She feels so good - tight and wet and her lips are so sweet she wants to kiss her every single day that she's allowed to, just let her, just let her, just let her. Eyes lowered still and it gets the better of her, it shouldn't, but she never said pretended she was pure.
Lets her just hang in it, where she can't feel anything else but this, then she stops, just the once, not all cruelty, withdrawing her fingers to adjust the angle. Almost completely gone from her, as she moves, settles herself that little bit lower and close before she presses up into her sharply again. It's quick, then, sharp little movements that can only really have one goal. Doesn't let up, just keeps moving, so easy where she's so slick. Encouraging the quicker roll of her hips from the steady grip on her thigh. ]