[Oh, by the gods. There is absolutely a chance in the future he will be investigating giving himself horns more often. The grip of her hand around it keeps his head forced down in a way that grants her far more control over him than he's used to -- but considering his entire focus is on leaving her bucking underneath the ministrations of his fingers, he hardly has a complaint.
And it's working. The heat of her closes around him as he strokes with a hint more rhythm, pushing deeper inside. Heat, mixing with the scent of sex already heavy in the air -- it all swirls about in his head. He's hard, more than wanting, and the bite of his nails into her hip with his other hand is not at all conscious. He's merely holding out, now.
His heart sings out to those words. You're wonderful.] Shall I keep going? [A glint on his eye as he draws his fingers out, one by one.] I can give you more than a few fingers.
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And it's working. The heat of her closes around him as he strokes with a hint more rhythm, pushing deeper inside. Heat, mixing with the scent of sex already heavy in the air -- it all swirls about in his head. He's hard, more than wanting, and the bite of his nails into her hip with his other hand is not at all conscious. He's merely holding out, now.
His heart sings out to those words. You're wonderful.] Shall I keep going? [A glint on his eye as he draws his fingers out, one by one.] I can give you more than a few fingers.