[It's easy to settle closer; she's yielding and warm and whimpers each stroke into his mouth as she rocks on his hand, audibly slick as she sinks around his fingers at an increasingly shaky pace.
In return, her own skim over his sides, flick mindlessly over his chest and the hem of his shirt with another whine]
[He makes an appreciative sound into the kiss - at the way she's moving or at the restless path of her hands, it's impossible to tell]
[His hand keeps up its pace, those same small circles that drag the flat of his palm and the ball of his thumb firm over the sensitive nub at the front while shifting his fingers further back. He makes no move to press further inward - lets them trail between her lips, gathering moisture, curling occassionally to shift the angle a little]
[A fresh groan as he does, the sporadic brushes over her entrance a knee-weakening addition to the steady, focused pressure over her clit. Even muffled by his mouth her voice begins to rise, needy, as her hips shudder inevitably forward.
Her legs strain with purpose, and the movements of her hands go even more distracted, rucking up his shirt and running down past his back as if she can't quite touch enough of him--as if this close still isn't quite enough]
[He hums, as though considering - leans in, to whisper into her ear]
...pretty sure I could make you more of a mess than this.
[He presses a careful kiss to her jaw, palm still working against her in wet circles]
I'll keep it for when we ain't out in the open, though.
[Another kiss, just as gentle]
Go on. You been waiting, right?
[His hand speeds its pace, a little; on the down strokes, his fingers dip in a little further, not enough to enter but certainly more present than the light brushes from before]
[She looks both deeply embarrassed and deeply aroused at his order--at his promise--at the simple confidence in how easily his deft fingers could keep her edging for an eternity.
And even though a part of her hates to give in so easily, even to him, the rest aches with need--she has been waiting, and just because she could be teased further doesn't make her less of a mess now, and as his hands start to move with that much more purpose, they catch her far too close to the edge to refuse his invitation even if she'd wanted to.
Instead she grinds harder against his cool fingers, all pretense at discretion falling away along with the last of her control. Her hands scrabble at his back as she slips over the edge--calls out his name in a shaky moan, damp lashes scrunched against wine-dark cheeks, as her whole body shudders hard from tip to toe, a tremblor stretching on and on and on as she clenches around him]
[His breath catches at the sound of his name on her lips like that - at the urgent scrabble of her hands, and the way she trembles, and the blatant way she grinds against him, lost in the moment despite where they are]
[His hand keeps working her through it, gentle but intent, drawing the pleasure out; his eyes flicker over her face, taking in the sight of her]
Jesus. Look at you.
[His voice is hushed again - a little awed - and he leans forward, careful, to press another of those soft kisses to her jaw]
[It's a long, hazy moment before she can do anything but shiver, shamelessly bucking against him as instead of peaking, he continues to tease her out, pleasure continuing to swell. She keens out his name again in a needy whine; sloppily chases after his kiss with that same desperation]
[He draws in a sharp breath at the sound of that needy whine - leans into the kiss readily. It's deeper this, time, with more heat; he laps between her lips and kisses her slow and thorough]
[His hand hasn't stopped moving, yet, firm circles and slick brushes of his fingers. It's focused and careful, waiting for her shudders to subside - not wanting to accidentally cut the finish short. His other hand reaches between them again, thumb brushing over her nipple, that same idle back and forth from before]
[Despite starting the kiss, she's barely able to keep up, panting open mouthed as he licks deeper--her muscles trembling like held bowstrings at the weight of him--at the heat of his mouth and the intensity of his kiss and perhaps it comes as no surprise that rather than cut things short, all his attention sends her tumbling towards another high.
She lets out another whimper, not that she's been all that quiet to begin with; her legs shift, feet bracing against the ground so she can judder closer into the sweet, steady press of his hands.
And it doesn't take much more than that--she's sent over the edge once again, eyes squeezed shut, the rest of her clenched tight around him as she groans around his tongue]
[He eases her through this one, too - the same steady, intent circling of his palm, the same gentle crook of his fingers, to trace between the lips. He pulls back from the kiss a little, to nip at her lower lip - presses his thumb and forefinger together again at the same time, to pinch at her nipple]
[He draws the pleasure out again, endless seconds until she seems to have worked her way through the shockwaves. Then, finally, he stills both hands, leaning back a little from the kiss, so that they can both breathe]
[Breathing is overrated...though hers comes harsh and heavy as she flops back, spent. Her face is still flushed dark and damp, pulse rushing hot in her ears.
It's a while before she can pull herself together enough for words; for now she manages a weak curse, so that's something?]
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In return, her own skim over his sides, flick mindlessly over his chest and the hem of his shirt with another whine]
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[His hand keeps up its pace, those same small circles that drag the flat of his palm and the ball of his thumb firm over the sensitive nub at the front while shifting his fingers further back. He makes no move to press further inward - lets them trail between her lips, gathering moisture, curling occassionally to shift the angle a little]
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Her legs strain with purpose, and the movements of her hands go even more distracted, rucking up his shirt and running down past his back as if she can't quite touch enough of him--as if this close still isn't quite enough]
Jacob... Can-- I-I'm gonna...
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...pretty sure I could make you more of a mess than this.
[He presses a careful kiss to her jaw, palm still working against her in wet circles]
I'll keep it for when we ain't out in the open, though.
[Another kiss, just as gentle]
Go on. You been waiting, right?
[His hand speeds its pace, a little; on the down strokes, his fingers dip in a little further, not enough to enter but certainly more present than the light brushes from before]
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And even though a part of her hates to give in so easily, even to him, the rest aches with need--she has been waiting, and just because she could be teased further doesn't make her less of a mess now, and as his hands start to move with that much more purpose, they catch her far too close to the edge to refuse his invitation even if she'd wanted to.
Instead she grinds harder against his cool fingers, all pretense at discretion falling away along with the last of her control. Her hands scrabble at his back as she slips over the edge--calls out his name in a shaky moan, damp lashes scrunched against wine-dark cheeks, as her whole body shudders hard from tip to toe, a tremblor stretching on and on and on as she clenches around him]
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[His hand keeps working her through it, gentle but intent, drawing the pleasure out; his eyes flicker over her face, taking in the sight of her]
Jesus. Look at you.
[His voice is hushed again - a little awed - and he leans forward, careful, to press another of those soft kisses to her jaw]
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[His hand hasn't stopped moving, yet, firm circles and slick brushes of his fingers. It's focused and careful, waiting for her shudders to subside - not wanting to accidentally cut the finish short. His other hand reaches between them again, thumb brushing over her nipple, that same idle back and forth from before]
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She lets out another whimper, not that she's been all that quiet to begin with; her legs shift, feet bracing against the ground so she can judder closer into the sweet, steady press of his hands.
And it doesn't take much more than that--she's sent over the edge once again, eyes squeezed shut, the rest of her clenched tight around him as she groans around his tongue]
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[He draws the pleasure out again, endless seconds until she seems to have worked her way through the shockwaves. Then, finally, he stills both hands, leaning back a little from the kiss, so that they can both breathe]
...you okay?
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It's a while before she can pull herself together enough for words; for now she manages a weak curse, so that's something?]
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[He scoots in closer against her, to get an arm around her in a lose embrace]
...Xia?
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...Gimme a minute. Wasn't expecting--that.
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...in a good way, or a bad way?
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Good. Real good. You're unfairly good at this.
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[He flushes a little, himself - runs his hand over her shoulder again, soft]
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I mean. I been touched by us both, and trust me...
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[The flush goes decidedly darker,]
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...That was pretty hot, too. Watching you touch yourself...
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...oh yeah? You liked watching?
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...Your expressions're really--good.
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Just saying.
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[Another shift, ears blazing]
And like, your. When you move. And--you get really red, too, just like--all red and pink. That's good.
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[He cuts off, cheeks dark]
You look good, is all. Real good.
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