[There isn't any flinching or tensing of discomfort, but there IS the tension of Want, of brand new muscles flexing as if trying to draw him in all by themselves. It's so good but it's still teetering on the edge of not enough. It's getting harder and harder to keep her hips from bucking in search of something even greater, and that just gets worse when he lifts her up enough to give her leverage. But what does she even need? a little more friction? a little more substance???? She doesn't even know, but she craves it so much that she feels like she may be strangled by the pounding of her own heart.]
[Him pulling away to climb back toward her is welcome in that she is joyful to feel his body heat against her chest again, but it leaves her feeling so suddenly empty down there... at least, for a moment, until something else takes its place. She can't even feel weird or nervous about it because her brain is already gone, replaced with pure primal instinct of seeking touch in that very specific place.]
[She wraps her arms around him and holds him tight against her, and her legs fall wide open to invite him in in no uncertain terms. She cants her hips as much as she's able, just to feel his length sliding against her.]
[The look on her face is almost desperately urgent.]
Re: Day 506
[There isn't any flinching or tensing of discomfort, but there IS the tension of Want, of brand new muscles flexing as if trying to draw him in all by themselves. It's so good but it's still teetering on the edge of not enough. It's getting harder and harder to keep her hips from bucking in search of something even greater, and that just gets worse when he lifts her up enough to give her leverage. But what does she even need? a little more friction? a little more substance???? She doesn't even know, but she craves it so much that she feels like she may be strangled by the pounding of her own heart.]
[Him pulling away to climb back toward her is welcome in that she is joyful to feel his body heat against her chest again, but it leaves her feeling so suddenly empty down there... at least, for a moment, until something else takes its place. She can't even feel weird or nervous about it because her brain is already gone, replaced with pure primal instinct of seeking touch in that very specific place.]
[She wraps her arms around him and holds him tight against her, and her legs fall wide open to invite him in in no uncertain terms. She cants her hips as much as she's able, just to feel his length sliding against her.]
[The look on her face is almost desperately urgent.]