Duplicity inbox

[disentombs]

"You've reached Gansey. I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you."

Comments

[perfectible]

[ As soon as she's able, her hands find the back of his neck, one climbing up into his hair, the other staying put as their bodies press flush. Shifting on her knees a little, she hums at his words, agreeing that he feels amazing but unable to verbalize it at the moment.

Her body is still sensitive and she gives a gentle roll of her lips. And despite the fact that she'd demanded to be in control before, she whispers a question against his lips.] Do you want to keep going like this? [ Because it feels amazing but she wants him to enjoy it too.]

[disentombs]

[Just that subtle movement has him biting back a gasp.]

I'm perfectly fine just like this, [he's quick to assure, maybe a bit choked.]

Unless you want to change.

[perfectible]

No, [ she murmurs softly, seeing and hearing his reaction and thinking it would be just fine to stay put. And so after another brief kiss, she starts to move. The movement is gentle and slow at first, barely moving away from him before she rolls her hips back against him, grinding. ]

[disentombs]

God, Betty.

[He watches her face as she starts to move, entranced. Every new shift and angle has him catching his breath. As she starts to get used to him inside her, he moves his hips ever so slightly to meet hers, just to cause a little more friction and to keep things interesting for Betty.]

[perfectible]

[ He doesn't need to worry about things being "interesting". It feels good, every movement, every slow roll of her hips. And after a moment, she moves a little faster, a little harder. She pulls gently at his hair, drawing his mouth back to hers for a breathless kiss.]

[disentombs]

[Small sounds are muted by the kiss, especially prominent when she pulls his hair. A hand trails up her side until he cups one of her breasts to tease at the nipple. When she picks up the pace, he can feel heat curling low in his belly. He won't last too much longer at the pace she's going.]

[perfectible]

[ He doesn't need to last longer than he can, she'd tell him that if she knew he was worried about it, if she could think of anything other than the way it feels to be on top of him. This is her position, it's the one she's good at and she rolls her hips and grinds her body in a way she knows is sure to make him feel good.]