[ She'll tell him, though not in words. It will be in the flex of muscle beneath his palms, cheeks cupped by his hands and powerful thighs framing his face. It's in the sway of her hips as she settles herself, and the way her back stiffens at that initial contact, the catch of her breath before she wills herself to relax.
Her fingers clench and unclench against the headboard. There's a slow deep breath, before she lets herself sink slower, parting thighs a little wider where their positions allow, and lower lip is caught between her teeth in anticipation. It's not unpleasant, not if the way she slowly yields to mouth and tongue thereafter is any indication to what she thinks-feels about that prelude, sinking lower against him if only to make his job 'easier'.
Control. She'll hold it, for as long as he'll allow, for as long as her body can manage. How long that control doesn't last.. She can't wait to see how long she can ride this out. ]
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Her fingers clench and unclench against the headboard. There's a slow deep breath, before she lets herself sink slower, parting thighs a little wider where their positions allow, and lower lip is caught between her teeth in anticipation. It's not unpleasant, not if the way she slowly yields to mouth and tongue thereafter is any indication to what she thinks-feels about that prelude, sinking lower against him if only to make his job 'easier'.
Control. She'll hold it, for as long as he'll allow, for as long as her body can manage. How long that control doesn't last.. She can't wait to see how long she can ride this out. ]