[ A little thrill sparks through her, a jolt of pleasure echoing, reveling in his. Excited that he likes it, that her clumsy, uncertain attempts have elicited such an unexpectedly enthusiastic reaction.
Ciri smiles, drawing him closer, so her hands are between her own thighs to reach him. Going now by touch alone, she continues in the same slow, steady pulling motion, all the way up with a gentle squeeze, relaxing her grip to slide back down again and repeat. It's instinctive, though she's guessing a bit at the pressure to use, erring on the side of being too gentle than not; it feels at once so firm and solid, and yet more fragile than she expected, and she can feel his pulse, throbbing beneath her fingers.
Taking advantage of the proximity, Ciri tips her face down to the curve of his throat, pressing her lips to his jumping pulse there too and sliding her tongue along it. Her breaths comes out in hot, short bursts, impatience beginning to unravel the edges of her shyness and tug away the layers of uncertainty in what she's doing. The more she touches him, the easier it becomes to stop thinking about it.
Her hand around his cock gains speed and confidence. The other settles on his waist, with her knee just below it, fingers and thighs squeezing, her mouth latched on tight and tongue in the delicate space above his collar bone. ]
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Ciri smiles, drawing him closer, so her hands are between her own thighs to reach him. Going now by touch alone, she continues in the same slow, steady pulling motion, all the way up with a gentle squeeze, relaxing her grip to slide back down again and repeat. It's instinctive, though she's guessing a bit at the pressure to use, erring on the side of being too gentle than not; it feels at once so firm and solid, and yet more fragile than she expected, and she can feel his pulse, throbbing beneath her fingers.
Taking advantage of the proximity, Ciri tips her face down to the curve of his throat, pressing her lips to his jumping pulse there too and sliding her tongue along it. Her breaths comes out in hot, short bursts, impatience beginning to unravel the edges of her shyness and tug away the layers of uncertainty in what she's doing. The more she touches him, the easier it becomes to stop thinking about it.
Her hand around his cock gains speed and confidence. The other settles on his waist, with her knee just below it, fingers and thighs squeezing, her mouth latched on tight and tongue in the delicate space above his collar bone. ]