[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

Phoebe gasped, her jaw going slack as he shoved his finger into her. Instinctively her hips bucked forward towards his hand. She lifted her hands to cradle either side of his face, trying to kiss him back, but frequently being interrupted by involuntary moans against his lips. Everything in this situations was so new, so unexpected she was thoroughly overwhelmed by it all, and multitasking was becoming increasingly difficult to do. Just as she felt like she could anticipate what was coming next Emmett moved away, feeling the last bit of thin fabric covering her slip off closely followed by the pressure of another finger being quickly shoved inside her. Up until that point she had been doing a fairly good job of remaining relatively quiet, but she could not stifle the moan that escaped her lips as her back arched. And then suddenly he was out of her reach and his hand pulled away. She whimpered a little and looked up at him in concern. Was something wrong?? Why was he stopping? What he did next she could not have anticipated in her wildest dreams, which to be fair weren't very wild. But she was thoroughly surprised and a bit...frustrated. Before the waves of pleasure had been consistent and built up, but this was more teasing. It was pleasantfeeling overall, but as he explored only every so often did he achieve the right combination of location and action to ease the tension she felt. Boldy she reached down, fingers curling in his hair, trying to gently direct him to where it felt best at least. Between that and the intensity of the sounds she was making would give him the best direction of what did or did not work. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself