[ The keening sounds he makes — sharp, sudden, full — would argue that this is not a technicality but exactly what she had wanted. Her inner walls clamp down around him, fluttering, squeezing. Desperately drinking up the friction and pressure he provides her with. ]
Yes, yes, yes.
[ She chants it like a prayer. Like the prayer we should both be saying that someone forgives us for this hot mess. Rey grips the wall and rocks with it, both to get his finger pumping in and out of her and to tease her clit on his tongue at new angles and varying degrees of pressure.
It's good. As good as she's ever felt it and then some. It's a wonder she's not just a drooling, paralyzed mess right now. ]
Oh, I'm close. [ She offers it in encouragement, praise. ]
i should do that
Yes, yes, yes.
[ She chants it like a prayer. Like the prayer we should both be saying that someone forgives us for this hot mess. Rey grips the wall and rocks with it, both to get his finger pumping in and out of her and to tease her clit on his tongue at new angles and varying degrees of pressure.
It's good. As good as she's ever felt it and then some. It's a wonder she's not just a drooling, paralyzed mess right now. ]
Oh, I'm close. [ She offers it in encouragement, praise. ]