I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
Trying to think about the question—was he feeling good?—it took Everest an absurdly long moment before he was able to actually answer. The sensations coming from Thorn's fingers were so new and foreign that his brain almost didn't know what to make of them. At least not until the courtesan's fingers slipped in just far enough for a particular bundle of nerves to be touched for the first time. "Gods, yes." He panted sharply, his blue eyes suddenly growing sharp as he reached out for Thorn's arm, his fingers pleading for more.
Trying to stay relaxed—he could certainly understand the importance of it now—Ever felt his fingers clenching into the bedding as Thorn's hips slowly moved forward. It wasn't that the sensation was painful, though it was a little, but moreso that it felt claustrophobic somehow. Only once the courtesan was fully in and began to pull out could Everest appreciate the sensations fully, and though he felt as though he should be doing something, for a moment all he could do was gape up at the tattooed man, experiencing what it was like to be fucked for the first time.
Trying to stay relaxed—he could certainly understand the importance of it now—Ever felt his fingers clenching into the bedding as Thorn's hips slowly moved forward. It wasn't that the sensation was painful, though it was a little, but moreso that it felt claustrophobic somehow. Only once the courtesan was fully in and began to pull out could Everest appreciate the sensations fully, and though he felt as though he should be doing something, for a moment all he could do was gape up at the tattooed man, experiencing what it was like to be fucked for the first time.
Everest
