[if anything, this feels like the best way to remind herself that this is real - to be as close as possible to him as she can get. she's thought about this for weeks, lonely and quiet, alone and tucked away when she had the chance, thinking of his hands on her hips, his face buried between her thighs, about the sounds, gasps and calls of her name. the intimacy of it, of being so wrapped up in someone that it's hard to tell what belongs to who. the pleasure is one thing - being connected is another. that's all she ever wants, the connection.
she watches through lidded eyes as his fingers work, at the pace of his hand dragging up and down his cock, her tail squeezing his thigh and almost subconsciously squeezing and stroking in time. and when he speaks again, a thrill races through her, makes her shudder in anticipation. both of them are sick of waiting. she almost can't believe it's happening.
he shifts her, moves her legs, and she watches, a whisper of a sound she can't stop from escaping as he presses forward. even just the head of his cock sliding in makes her breath catch - it's easy, with how soaked she is already, barely any resistance at all. and then he's inside her to the hilt, and something hot and heady in her takes over.]
Fuck yes. [she sighs out, head tilting back. only briefly, though. because after a moment of adjusting, of letting him settle full and thick inside her, she's greedy. her legs wrap loosely around him, pulling him up and in, pulling him close, not caring about the metal or how many bruises she's going to get or anything, she just wants him close enough to kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair.
breathless, she squirms under him, encouraging:] Come on, soldier, remind me how you feel.
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she watches through lidded eyes as his fingers work, at the pace of his hand dragging up and down his cock, her tail squeezing his thigh and almost subconsciously squeezing and stroking in time. and when he speaks again, a thrill races through her, makes her shudder in anticipation. both of them are sick of waiting. she almost can't believe it's happening.
he shifts her, moves her legs, and she watches, a whisper of a sound she can't stop from escaping as he presses forward. even just the head of his cock sliding in makes her breath catch - it's easy, with how soaked she is already, barely any resistance at all. and then he's inside her to the hilt, and something hot and heady in her takes over.]
Fuck yes. [she sighs out, head tilting back. only briefly, though. because after a moment of adjusting, of letting him settle full and thick inside her, she's greedy. her legs wrap loosely around him, pulling him up and in, pulling him close, not caring about the metal or how many bruises she's going to get or anything, she just wants him close enough to kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair.
breathless, she squirms under him, encouraging:] Come on, soldier, remind me how you feel.