[ That gets a stronger reaction out of her, the pressure between her legs and that of his teeth on her breast. Ciri gasps, just barely voiced, a high noise caught in her throat. Her fingers tighten in his hair, but she's not pulling him away in the slightest -- encouraging, even.
She arches again, digs her heel into the side of the bed for leverage, and grinds down on him, squeezing with her thighs. ]
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She arches again, digs her heel into the side of the bed for leverage, and grinds down on him, squeezing with her thighs. ]
...harder.
[ It comes out breathy, more plea than command. ]
Touch me... more.