[ it doesn't matter how long he's spent working her up; he still works a moan from her throat the second he slips thick fingers into her, the mere feeling of penetration a delicious one even if she can't see it with the blanket across their laps. it gathers more of the slickness inside her as he pulls them out, moves it to spread over her clit, and she can feel where the fabric of her panties is practically soaked now, cool and wet against her skin. ]
Please. [ she whispers it, a hush, and she can't even remember the last time she said that word to anyone, the last time anyone actually managed to get her to beg. her eyes are closed and she has his voice in her ear and his hand between her legs and she feels like she's floating higher and higher, rising toward that peak. ] Please make me come.
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Please. [ she whispers it, a hush, and she can't even remember the last time she said that word to anyone, the last time anyone actually managed to get her to beg. her eyes are closed and she has his voice in her ear and his hand between her legs and she feels like she's floating higher and higher, rising toward that peak. ] Please make me come.