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[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.

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[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]

[crossmyheartandhope]

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.

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[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]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[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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[The air in her lungs goes out in a voiced huff, and she hitches up into him before she can help it--grinds into his palm--judders back again, working the tip of his finger over a certain spot with another breathless cry]

Y-yes--yes...

[This seem to be help enough as her pace--and her voice, for that matter--begins to build]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He takes a shaking breath in, eyes roving almost greedily over her face - over the way she moves against him]

[His finger crooks a little further - presses firmly up against that spot inside and begins to rub, watching her expression attentively all the while]

Go on. You're almost there, yeah?

Lemme see you take it.

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Jacob...

[She warbles out a curse as he suddenly--finally--begins to finger her--urgently meets his rhythm with sharp, helpless movements and desperate cries to match. It is no question that she's close, and she trembles around him with each movement, lashes glossy smudges against her cheeks as all else is subsumed by the heat pulsing between her legs.

Flushed and panting, she throws her head back, teeth dug into the fullness of her lower lip as she rides him. But in no time at all the snap of her hips begins to falter--skips altogether as she squeezes tight around him, plunging over the edge with a harsh groan of his name]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He curses, soft and a little awed, as she finishes - watches the way her teeth dig into her lip and the roll of her hips and the flush of her cheeks]

God, look at you. You're so damn pretty.

[His hand keeps up its motion, working her through it - seemingly determined, now that he's found this spot, to put it to good use]

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[She out and out whimpers at that. Somehow--somewhen--she's able to pry her hands from the death grip on his hips to hug around his neck instead, and she leans into him with another series of desperate groans. But the more he keeps up the harder she trembles, as if unable to do anything else]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[That does not seem to be a very good incentive to slow the insistent rubbing]

[If anything, it makes him intent to see if he can drag it out longer - push her higher - earn another of those groans]

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[From how she hitches closer, body bowstring taut, it seems that indeed he can. In fact it's an embarrasingly short amount of time before she's fluttering around him again, voice high and helpless against the relentless pressure, Her cries wash hot against his skin as she shudders through another release]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Jesus Christ, dude.

[His voice is soft and shaky, decidedly rough; his hand keeps working against her until the tremors have nearly subsided before he slows, finally, and then stops altogether]

[He leans in to kiss her, soft, even as his finger finally eases its way out again]

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[It takes her a while to actually release him, body still twinging with aftershocks. Finally she sags against him, chest heaving.

Nevertheless, when he leans in, she angles her head to kiss back, just as sloppily helpless as her previous movements]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes a soft sound into the kiss - reaches his clean hand up to card through her hair, gentle]

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[She returns a whimper, enthusiasm only tempered by a dazed sort of jellyleg feeling that soaks warm through her like shots of whiskey. Her body melts further into him, boneless]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He pets some more, for a long few moments - then, finally, eases back]

...c'mon. Let's get you in the tub.

[He reaches a hand out, surreptitiously, to chek and make sure it hasn't gotten cold - finds it not cold, but also not hot bath temp, and pulls the plug to let some of the water out. When it's abotu 3/4, starts filling it again, to get it back up to nice and toasty]

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[She mumbles some sort of response, but otherwise seems content to lean against him, skin warm enough that a room temperature tub wouldn't be that painful]

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[He drains and refills enough of it that the water is pleasantly warm by the time he finishes]

[Then he goes to scoop her up]

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[She sighs, pliant and warm in his arms]

...You're coming too, right?

[Her voice is more than a little hoarse]

[crossmyheartandhope]

What, and miss all the bubbles? 'Course I'm coming in.

[He lowers her gently, at that - settles her down into the wating bath]

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[Smiles, soft, and makes sure there's room]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Possibly some water sloshes out because he didn't account for water displacement, but hey, he's got to clean the floor anyway,]

[He reaches for the cloth, to soap it up]

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[She's really in no state to complain about something like water on the floor and indeed does not--reaches gently if uncoordinatedly for his hand, though]

Gimme a minute... I'll get it if you wanna relax.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Naw... I got it. I'm playing nursemaid, remember?

[He catches her hand en route - gives it a little squeeze]

[Then he sets about playing nursemaid, the bath gentle and careful and attentive]