Don't you think a girl like me should be touched?
There is something adoring and endearing about the way he inches closer, laying his cheek upon her thigh like a benediction. He is beautiful in the roaming shafts of moonlight that glance over his cheekbones, illuminate the strands of his dark hair and arresting eyes. The motions of his fingers, smooth and unblemished, against her clit and the sensitive nerves of her hood only makes it harder to keep her eyes from fluttering, wanting to drink in every moment she has with this handsome man. Perhaps she is not his normal type, but she's glad that he took a chance on her despite that.
He draws a gasp from her with his fingers, playing on her nerves like a harp as her throat sings to match each curl and thrust of his fingers. They are larger than her own, a thickness that has her squeezing down around them, bucking her hips just a little to try and get more. Nate gives it to her before she can squirm enough to potentially disturb his resting place, the firmness of his hand and how it envelops her hip so fully makes her moan softly, hands trembling slightly as they fall to frame his neck and shoulders. Uncertain where to land, restless and invigorated by the coil tightening in her belly.
"Yes, yes, there," she whines as his fingertips skirt across the sensitive bundle of nerves within. A lucky guess perhaps, or a similarity to his other partners. Her legs begin to shake as his fingers fuck into her, the wet sound of each thrust lewd and unapologetic in emphasizing just how turned on she is. His thumb brushing against her clit is just enough, and she grinds down into his hand with a shuddering cry as her orgasm comes quite out of the blue, slick running down his fingers and painting her thighs, glimmering in the moonlight. With her hands she tugs him forward, baring her inner thighs to him even as they continue to contract with her orgasm. "Nate!" A helpless cry, a plead, a prayer. Needing the wash of euphoria from his bite, the overstimulation she's sure to bring upon herself. Needing him to feel just as good as she does in this moment.
He draws a gasp from her with his fingers, playing on her nerves like a harp as her throat sings to match each curl and thrust of his fingers. They are larger than her own, a thickness that has her squeezing down around them, bucking her hips just a little to try and get more. Nate gives it to her before she can squirm enough to potentially disturb his resting place, the firmness of his hand and how it envelops her hip so fully makes her moan softly, hands trembling slightly as they fall to frame his neck and shoulders. Uncertain where to land, restless and invigorated by the coil tightening in her belly.
"Yes, yes, there," she whines as his fingertips skirt across the sensitive bundle of nerves within. A lucky guess perhaps, or a similarity to his other partners. Her legs begin to shake as his fingers fuck into her, the wet sound of each thrust lewd and unapologetic in emphasizing just how turned on she is. His thumb brushing against her clit is just enough, and she grinds down into his hand with a shuddering cry as her orgasm comes quite out of the blue, slick running down his fingers and painting her thighs, glimmering in the moonlight. With her hands she tugs him forward, baring her inner thighs to him even as they continue to contract with her orgasm. "Nate!" A helpless cry, a plead, a prayer. Needing the wash of euphoria from his bite, the overstimulation she's sure to bring upon herself. Needing him to feel just as good as she does in this moment.
HOTARU
