[ oh, but all she's thinking about is how she wants his first time to be good, or, no, great, she wants his first time to be great and so it's all about him now, it has to be. which is why she's suddenly aware that her palm is dry, which is kind of- not the best, even if she's not planning on getting him off this way or anything. and she's just smiling up at the ceiling for a second as she thinks about it, how- disorganized this all is, because she wasn't planning on this happening now, but it just makes sense, but anyway, she ducks her face a little bit to try and nudge him away from kissing her neck, hold on, hold on, and she kisses low on his throat, down, down, down, until she's crouching in front of him, dragging her lips over his hip. and now, for the point of this, which is so she can lick her fingers, swipe her tongue across her palm ( crude, Darkholme, wow ), before she starts fisting him again. she's still holding onto his hand, which makes her grin once she finally looks up at him ]
Trust me, yeah? [ she presses more kisses to his skin, low on his belly, his hips, slow slow slow now. her voice is low, trying to be soothing, maybe, or just thick with want. ] What's it gonna take to get you to stop thinking so much?
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Trust me, yeah? [ she presses more kisses to his skin, low on his belly, his hips, slow slow slow now. her voice is low, trying to be soothing, maybe, or just thick with want. ] What's it gonna take to get you to stop thinking so much?