Don't you think a girl like me should be touched?
His eagerness is endearing, and while it's clear they're both used to being in control, the way he sways beneath her praise makes it all the easier to push his buttons. His snark is like a funhouse mirror, distorting his true feelings in the same way her own words do. Instead she gives him a simpering look, content to use the allure of the setting and the promise of a bite that she dangles before him to keep him poised so prettily before her. "I like to change my mind often," she teases back, voice like black silk as light shivers dance up her skin at the hand of his skirting, shy touch.
It quickly turns, the touch becoming harsh and uncoordinated, but Hotaru is no stranger to pain being mixed with her pleasure. Instead she moves the fingers away from her wet folds, places them lightly upon his own to redirect and lighten the intensity without having to chastise him verbally. She had known of his inexperience from the start after all, she can't fault him. "Such beautiful hands," she sighs instead, a soft whimper of sound that belies the pleasure she is beginning to feel. "Inside, Nate. Fuck me with your fingers darling." Here she spreads her legs shamelessly farther, helping to direct his hand back to the sopping, heated center at the pinnacle of her thighs. "You can rub with your other hand or your thumb, get me to cum for you once and bite when I'm coming down," she says on a soft pant, feeling oddly more aroused to be instructing him in this manner. She wonders if perhaps it will taste sweeter, if the endorphins will make it all the better once he bites down. Hotaru is admittedly looking forward to the over-sensitivity of back-to-back orgasms.
It quickly turns, the touch becoming harsh and uncoordinated, but Hotaru is no stranger to pain being mixed with her pleasure. Instead she moves the fingers away from her wet folds, places them lightly upon his own to redirect and lighten the intensity without having to chastise him verbally. She had known of his inexperience from the start after all, she can't fault him. "Such beautiful hands," she sighs instead, a soft whimper of sound that belies the pleasure she is beginning to feel. "Inside, Nate. Fuck me with your fingers darling." Here she spreads her legs shamelessly farther, helping to direct his hand back to the sopping, heated center at the pinnacle of her thighs. "You can rub with your other hand or your thumb, get me to cum for you once and bite when I'm coming down," she says on a soft pant, feeling oddly more aroused to be instructing him in this manner. She wonders if perhaps it will taste sweeter, if the endorphins will make it all the better once he bites down. Hotaru is admittedly looking forward to the over-sensitivity of back-to-back orgasms.
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