[ Somewhere in the back of her addled brain, she realizes he's begun to cry, that the briny taste on her tongue comes from the tears tracking across his cheeks. She pulls back to examine him, his face no longer obscured by the wet curtain of her hair. I'm good too, he says, and the flash of uncertainty in her eyes is indicative of her skepticism.
Her mind probes their connection for any blooming panic but can find none. She only unearths the explosive heat in his gut, all-encompassing arousal radiating off of him in waves, and grows slicker and tighter around his cock as a result of that feedback loop of sensation. ]
Okay, [ she mutters, quiet, instead. ] You're okay.
[ The muscles in her stomach flex when she comes to an abrupt stop for no other purpose than to rub soothing circles into the backs of his hands, to mouth at the paths of salty moisture trickling along his skin, to console him. You're okay, a silent repetition meant to reassure. ]
You can move, Ben. [ The words sound like they've been punched out of her, hoarse and winded. The small, barely there gyrations of her hips begin anew to goad him. ] Move me onto your cock.
[ That sounds like the best idea she's ever heard when it leaves her mouth, aching and urgent. Yes, she wants that, more than she's ever wanted anything before. Planting her knees more firmly against the ground, she thrusts sharply to emphasize the point, pleasure overshadowing the little stings of soreness. ]
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Her mind probes their connection for any blooming panic but can find none. She only unearths the explosive heat in his gut, all-encompassing arousal radiating off of him in waves, and grows slicker and tighter around his cock as a result of that feedback loop of sensation. ]
Okay, [ she mutters, quiet, instead. ] You're okay.
[ The muscles in her stomach flex when she comes to an abrupt stop for no other purpose than to rub soothing circles into the backs of his hands, to mouth at the paths of salty moisture trickling along his skin, to console him. You're okay, a silent repetition meant to reassure. ]
You can move, Ben. [ The words sound like they've been punched out of her, hoarse and winded. The small, barely there gyrations of her hips begin anew to goad him. ] Move me onto your cock.
[ That sounds like the best idea she's ever heard when it leaves her mouth, aching and urgent. Yes, she wants that, more than she's ever wanted anything before. Planting her knees more firmly against the ground, she thrusts sharply to emphasize the point, pleasure overshadowing the little stings of soreness. ]