Her hand covers his at her breast, showing him how firm he can be and still not hurt her. (Perhaps firmer than he'd expected.) His synthetic skin contrasts against hers, silver against gold, and she looks down at his expression, wanting to see everything about him. He'll give up his secrets sooner or later, and she's patient, cataloguing every shiver, every soft exhalation, learning him just as surely as he's learning her.
She licks her lips, rocking forward as he guides her, letting her clit grind against the curve of his cock. The pressure makes her moan softly, makes her clench around him, wet and hot. There's something more going on here, but just what, she can't put her finger on, not yet. It's hard to be objective when he fills her so deeply she can barely remember her name.
"I could get used to this," she drawls, rising up and sinking down again, a little quicker now, just a little swirl added to her hips to get him deeper, if that was even possible. "I could -- really get used to this."
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Date: 2010-12-02 06:59 am (UTC)She licks her lips, rocking forward as he guides her, letting her clit grind against the curve of his cock. The pressure makes her moan softly, makes her clench around him, wet and hot. There's something more going on here, but just what, she can't put her finger on, not yet. It's hard to be objective when he fills her so deeply she can barely remember her name.
"I could get used to this," she drawls, rising up and sinking down again, a little quicker now, just a little swirl added to her hips to get him deeper, if that was even possible. "I could -- really get used to this."