[This earns a soft cry as she follows his lead, trembling a bit as she hitches up into him, as if trying hard to stay slow and steady. She doesn't have any words to follow, but does angle her head towards him, attempting to kiss her way closer to his mouth]
[He seems to pick up on her intentions - leans in to meet her halfway]
[The kiss is slow and deep and sweet; the pace of his fingers falls in line to match, not the teasing too-light touches of before, but nor does he go any faster. For the moment, he seems content to enjoy the way she enjoys this, drawing it out and letting it build]
[She groans softly into the kiss, curling her fingers into his hair and clutching back at his fingers in turn.
She breaks the kiss for a few quick catch-breaths only to fall back into it, brushing over his face and nipping at his lower lip--calls his name again more to hear it than anything]
[His smile goes warm and crooked and very fond, at the sound of his name on her lips]
[He presses another kiss to her cheekbone, and then to the shell of her ear. The finger inside her crooks, curling forward - searches for the spot he found last time, that got such a good reaction]
[There's nothing at first, perhaps a little extra squirm or shiver. But then he brushes just so, right--there, and she tenses, breath suddenly caught in her throat and mouth in a surprised little 'o'.
It's probably easier to find that spot if he tries again, with how tightly she clenches around him, as if attempting to lock him in place, if not draw him deeper]
[He kisses at her ear again - carries on down the column of her neck, soft]
[She doesn't hve to worry about him staying in place; now that he's found the spot, he doesn't mean to let it go, rubbing small circles into it with the pad of his finger]
[Suddenly her breath goes unstuck, heaving out of her in a surprised little cry. Each breath after that goes voiced as well, rising in pitch almost as if in alarm. Though any surprise seems more than welcome from the sure grip at his shoulders as she rides his hand.
...Or at least, attempts to; it's not long at all before that enthusiastic rhythm has gone desperate and jerky despite her best efforts]
[His fingers keep up their gentle rubbing, one against that spot inside her and the other at the sensitive nub in front]
[He presses another kiss to her neck, whisper-soft, then pulls back just a little to look at her face, wanting badly to see the expression that goes with those sounds]
[From the look of it, she couldn't stop herself if she tried, rocking desperately between the relentless press of his fingers too hard and fast to last long. Her brows ridge, eyes squeezing shut and lips parting in a rising tide of breathless gasps and snapping hips and--
she cries out, high and helpless--arcs towards him like a live wire, head thrown back as every muscle in her body tenses--clamps vise-tight around him as release slams into her; drags her away in the undertow]
[He lets himself be tugged nearer - nuzzles in against her, peppering soft kisses over her jaw and neck. His arm tucks in over her, pulling her closer]
[Her body is lax beneath his, going where she's arranged without complaint. Her dazed flush certainly doesn't fade with his attentions, and she sighs under the rain of his kisses, wriggling a bit just to feel how they fit together]
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Yeah?
[He starts to speed the pace, a little, the insistent rubbing of his fingers a little firmer now]
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[The kiss is slow and deep and sweet; the pace of his fingers falls in line to match, not the teasing too-light touches of before, but nor does he go any faster. For the moment, he seems content to enjoy the way she enjoys this, drawing it out and letting it build]
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She breaks the kiss for a few quick catch-breaths only to fall back into it, brushing over his face and nipping at his lower lip--calls his name again more to hear it than anything]
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[He presses another kiss to her cheekbone, and then to the shell of her ear. The finger inside her crooks, curling forward - searches for the spot he found last time, that got such a good reaction]
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It's probably easier to find that spot if he tries again, with how tightly she clenches around him, as if attempting to lock him in place, if not draw him deeper]
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[She doesn't hve to worry about him staying in place; now that he's found the spot, he doesn't mean to let it go, rubbing small circles into it with the pad of his finger]
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...Or at least, attempts to; it's not long at all before that enthusiastic rhythm has gone desperate and jerky despite her best efforts]
Jacob-- I-I--
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[He presses another kiss to her neck, whisper-soft, then pulls back just a little to look at her face, wanting badly to see the expression that goes with those sounds]
Go on. Take what you need.
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she cries out, high and helpless--arcs towards him like a live wire, head thrown back as every muscle in her body tenses--clamps vise-tight around him as release slams into her; drags her away in the undertow]
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[His fingers gentle a little but don't let up, working her through and drawing out the pleasure]
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Perhaps she has...perhaps there is nothing more than the heat of skin and the heaving of breath and this breathless, weightless, impossible feeling]
[If there ever is--if he allows there to be--it's slow to forget as she finally falls back, eyes shiny]
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...you okay?
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The rest of her is shaky too, expression glazed with afterglow and limbs too floppy to do more than an token attempt at pulling him closer]
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Jacob...
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[He sounds dazed and very satisfied - leaves off with the kisses to nuzzle in against her neck and then stays there, tucked up against her]
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[Eventually she picks up]
You're amazing...
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Pretty sure that's my line.
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[She shifts to press a kiss to his temple, breath ruffling through his hair]
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Guess I need a new one, huh?
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Pretty sure you're perfect as you are.
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Man, what's with the silver tongue today?
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...Just felt like saying it out loud, for once.
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Well... thanks.
You're pretty amazing, yourself.
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