unbr8kable | continuations

[His breath catches a little, when she shifts; the thumb trailing back and forth withdraws, and instead he catches her nipple between thumb and forefinger. When he pinches this time, it's harder than before, but not as soft as the gentle touches]

So somewhere in the middle...? Think I can do that.

[Her voice catches and she shudders against him, so perhaps he can do that indeed]

[Repeats the gesture, then, and reaches with his other hand to give the other breast a firm squeezes, leaning in to mouth along her neck]

Oh--ah...

[Surprised, she shivers into the touch, her head angling to give him more access. Her hand traces up his spine, a little distracted]

[He squeezes again - pinches with the other hand at the same time. Another kiss, wetter this time, before he nips at her neck and begins kissing his way downward, paying attention to the places that get the best reaction]

[She lets out another soft cry; shivers as he drifts from the hollow of her throat to a fingerswidth beneath her collarbone to the mole on her ribs a ways below that. She shifts beneath him, restless, and combing her fingers up to the nape of his neck]

[Takes the time to trace the mole with his tongue, and then works sideways from there. He relinquishes the grip on her breast so that his mouth can takes its place, laving her nipple with his tongue at the same moment he gives the other a firm pinch]

Nnn...

[She squirms up into his touch, fingers threading into his hair but doing nothing to keep him from moving as he wishes, especially given the zeal of his second wind]

[His lips close around her nipple - suckles, firm, while the other hand is pinches and tugs at the other side. And if perhaps he shifts a little against the squirming - well, surely he can be forgiven for that second wind, given how she looks and sounds and moves against him]

[Well, that earns a cry that's not very soft at all, open-mouthed and breathless, and she arches into him before she can help it]

[There don't seem to be any complaints here; he shudders as she presses against him and redoubles his efforts, taking a long moment to discover what reactions he can earn with just this]

[He does have a free hand, though - and at length it trails down over her ribs, over her hips, to settle between her thighs. Two of his fingers reach back, to gather the new wetness he's sure has collected, drawing a slick trail up the center of her folds]

[Actually he can earn quite a few reactions with just this, and he easily teases out a stream of shivers and breathless curses and moans just by switching up the suction of his lips or the pressure of his hand.

Her own hands shift over his back, torn between clutching him tight and leaving him room to maneuver. As his touch trails down to her entrance, she lets out another shivery groan, rocking up harder into his fingers]

[His hand doesn't tease, this time; one of his fingers eases in, to pick up where he left off earlier. He gives her a moment to adjust, then withdraws again - presses in a second time, firmer now, so that his palm settles snug against her clit when his finger is fully seated]

[His other hand keeps up its work, toying with her nipple, even as he interrupts what his mouth has been up to in order to kiss his way up to her neck]

O-oh--

[Her breath catches as she trembles around him, gripping about as tight at his finger as her hands do to his hips. Inside she's very warm and very wet and very present around him, pulse pounding as if she were running a race. Eventually she finds the heel of his palm and presses in, a little jerky--digs her teeth hard into her lower lip]

[His breath catches at the way she presses in against him - at the way she jerks, and moves, and the wet heat of her clutching at his finger. He kisses open-mouthed at her neck - nips at her - latches on and applies gentle suction]

[While one of his hands rubs absently at her nipple, the second withdraws halfway and then settles back in - withdraws and returns - withdraws and returns, a little quicker each time, palm coming to settle in against that sensitive nub every time his finger sinks deep enough]

[She lets out a choked noise as he sucks on her neck--clenches more tightly at him each time he tries to pull out, as if to keep him in place. Her eyes squeeze shut and she gives a few more jerky twitches against him]

[His hand doesn't stay still; instead, he picks up the pace, the wet heat of her easing the way so that his finger can slip-slide its way home, every inward press firm and steady. Each time, his palm nudges up against her clit, and he starts to flex his wrist every time it settles against her, adding a little circular roll of pressure to all the rest]

God, listen to you. You sound so pretty like this.

[It's barely a whisper, there against her neck, before he shifts his mouth a little and finds a new spot, working that over, too]

[This earns a small whimper--whether it's the redoubled attention at her neck or her entrance is hard to determine. Either way she trembles in place as he works, squeezing at his fingertip--at his hips too, hands apparently locked in place]

[His hand presses in again, all the way - doesn't withdraw, this time, so that his palm is pressed firm against that sensitive nub at the front. He leaves off working at her neck again, so that he can speak, thumb still brushing absently at her nipple]

...show me how you like it.

[Another kiss to her neck, soft]

I wanna see you move.

[Immediately she flushes deep, ears hot; even as she ducks her head, her lower lips ripple around his finger with a much less tentative whimper.

It's a good few beats before she can manage much more than that, just slowly acclimatizing to the slender, solid feel of him inside her with somewhat labored breaths.

But before he has to ask twice, she adjusts her grip at his waist--caaarefully rocks her hips enough to pull off of him just a little, before caaarefully sinking back onto his finger. A shaky breath as she seats herself, then she does it again, rising a little farther past his knuckle this time and the next, approaching an exploratory, uncertain rhythm]

[His breath catches in his throat, at that new whimper - at the heat and the moisture clutching at his finger as she begins to move. His voice is unsteady when he speaks again, soft and a little rough:]

...jesus. Yeah, just like that.

[He pulls back from her neck a little, so that he can see her better - pinches at her nipple, firmer pressure, so he can watch her expression when he does]

Lookit you, you look - you look so good.

[She cries out at the pinch--arches helplessly forward into the touch, trembling as she grinds against his palm. With another cry she takes him in a little deeper and pulls off at slightly different angles, but seems reluctant to release him completely.

Her eyes squeeze shut rather than look at him--or perhaps the feel of his hands and the heat of his gaze and the rumble of his voice are enough to bear. Either way she lets out another shaky sound, this time muffled as her teeth dig deeper into her lower lip]

Go on.

[Another pinch, and his hand trails down over her ribs and up again, to give the other nipple equal attention. He thumbs absently at the little nub - takes it between thumb and forefinger and tugs, gently]

Keep going. I wanna see how it feels best.

I wanna see how you want it.

[With a shuddery whine at his voice--at his demand--she attempts to straighten up some--make her movements more obvious, if still a little exploratory. Breath heavy, she arches up into the touch over her chest--slides back onto his finger--shifts so that finger drags across her front wall the next time she pulls out with a groan]

Th-this's--good. This's--nn--

[Eyes still squeezed shut, she breaks off with a shudder, distractedly rolling into him in a slow, jerky rhythm]

[His breath catches in his throat, at the the sound of her - the groan, and the way her voice stutters over the words]

[He licks at his lips a little, unconsciously - shifts, and tugs at her nipple again. That other hand adjusts position, finger crooking so that it presses a little better against the wall, where she tried to drag it before. Otherwise, he makes no effort to help maintain her rhythm]

...oh yeah? Just like this?

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