[Can he even blame her for getting this worked up? She's been thinking about him for days. Thinking about this for days. It wasn't just seeing his insanely gorgeous naked bod, it was the playful grins and having him stand so close looking at her with those eyes... the slow build up as she stripped off her clothing. It's finally gonna happen. Her body is literally ready. ]
I wasn't peeping, I was spying. There's a difference--
[She's cut off by the feeling of his finger pushing into her, anything else she was going to say swallowed by a soft moan.
Size was definitely something she was vaguely worried about until she saw the metal of his piercing and got entirely distracted. He's not a small dude. He's definitely not lacking in the junk department. The guy is HUNG, okay? She's... small. Lots of leg, not much else. He's keeping up with the distractions by inserting another finger and falling into a slow rhythm that it's not at the forefront of her mind. Actually, not much is at the forefront of her mind aside from how good it feels and how deprived she's made herself and why the fuck didn't they do this sooner?
She appreciates the breathing room, gasping with her head back against the door as his thumb gets in on the action. Fuck right off. Her arm tightens around his shoulders, other hand moving once again to his hair.]
So modest. Pretty sure you can squeeze in there.
[Which is what she's trying NOT to do with her thighs right now when he adds that third finger. She practically whimpers, sucking in a sharp breath and pressing herself harder against the door.]
no subject
I wasn't peeping, I was spying. There's a difference--
[She's cut off by the feeling of his finger pushing into her, anything else she was going to say swallowed by a soft moan.
Size was definitely something she was vaguely worried about until she saw the metal of his piercing and got entirely distracted. He's not a small dude. He's definitely not lacking in the junk department. The guy is HUNG, okay? She's... small. Lots of leg, not much else. He's keeping up with the distractions by inserting another finger and falling into a slow rhythm that it's not at the forefront of her mind. Actually, not much is at the forefront of her mind aside from how good it feels and how deprived she's made herself and why the fuck didn't they do this sooner?
She appreciates the breathing room, gasping with her head back against the door as his thumb gets in on the action. Fuck right off. Her arm tightens around his shoulders, other hand moving once again to his hair.]
So modest. Pretty sure you can squeeze in there.
[Which is what she's trying NOT to do with her thighs right now when he adds that third finger. She practically whimpers, sucking in a sharp breath and pressing herself harder against the door.]
Fuck, Brock-- it's so good...