[ She doesn't speak right away. For a moment, her only response is the way her arms tighten around him and the press of her face into the side of his neck. This close, there's no missing the way she's trembling or the way her breath puffs out of her in soft, steady gasps.
She'd forgotten just how lovely it was to be touched like that - by a person who wants her, wants her to feel good just as much as they want to have her for themselves. Even beyond just how good it'd been, it's so warm and intimate that she really can't take it. No wonder she couldn't stand the thought of going this far before - if he lets her indulge in this even once, she won't be able to stop wanting it.
Finally, a sigh flutters out of her. She still hasn't let go of him. ]
... Me too.
[ Maybe she hasn't moved because she doesn't want him to see whatever face she's making. ]
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She'd forgotten just how lovely it was to be touched like that - by a person who wants her, wants her to feel good just as much as they want to have her for themselves. Even beyond just how good it'd been, it's so warm and intimate that she really can't take it. No wonder she couldn't stand the thought of going this far before - if he lets her indulge in this even once, she won't be able to stop wanting it.
Finally, a sigh flutters out of her. She still hasn't let go of him. ]
... Me too.
[ Maybe she hasn't moved because she doesn't want him to see whatever face she's making. ]
I really don't want to stop with this.