[ Like this? he asks, and suddenly it dawns on Rey that she hasn't a clue as to how, logistically, this position is going to work. Bending her leg around his hip leaves her with no leverage, no balance, to move; facing away from him isn't a sacrifice she is willing to make when she's drunk on the idea of watching him respond to her. She's left gaping at him as the gears in her brain try to turn, but impulse overrules her once again as she nods vehemently, eagerly.
And then she's pulling his hips forward, forcing herself to her tiptoes. The hard, limber muscle in her thighs strains and flexes with it. She ignores that burn in order to glide his cock along her slit, lubricating him in her slick, and — after more than a handful of fumbling attempts — squares her hips a bit wider to slip down onto him.
Releasing his cock, she has to grip at his shoulder to steady herself. She's too wet, too aroused and prepared, for it be uncomfortable — but it's still been some time since he'd first taken her, and she has to work herself back open. Shifting her weight to her heels, she fucks herself on just the head of his cock until he stretches her, until she can glide down the rest of the way with a moan she presses into his mouth.
It's clumsy and sloppy. Awkward, even, considering she can neither set a steady rhythm or tempo. But it's a testament to how badly she wants him, even if she makes a frustrated sound at the stilted rock of her own hips against him, adamantly trying to make this work. ]
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And then she's pulling his hips forward, forcing herself to her tiptoes. The hard, limber muscle in her thighs strains and flexes with it. She ignores that burn in order to glide his cock along her slit, lubricating him in her slick, and — after more than a handful of fumbling attempts — squares her hips a bit wider to slip down onto him.
Releasing his cock, she has to grip at his shoulder to steady herself. She's too wet, too aroused and prepared, for it be uncomfortable — but it's still been some time since he'd first taken her, and she has to work herself back open. Shifting her weight to her heels, she fucks herself on just the head of his cock until he stretches her, until she can glide down the rest of the way with a moan she presses into his mouth.
It's clumsy and sloppy. Awkward, even, considering she can neither set a steady rhythm or tempo. But it's a testament to how badly she wants him, even if she makes a frustrated sound at the stilted rock of her own hips against him, adamantly trying to make this work. ]