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[It's funny, really. He's not used to this in the least, from the position and act to how she speaks, how she makes her requests. It's a little warmer somehow, more careful and almost... demure, somehow, in spite of the request.

She's correct - he doesn't really need further prompting, and it's almost embarrassing, hearing it in the open air. Even so, it doesn't even slow him down. His gaze is hard to read but his actions are not,
efforts doubled up just the same.

That comes on the heels of complying with her request, fingers testing her entrance before sliding inside, grazing along her inner walls as if searching. He doesn't know if there's an equivalent, and ultimately it doesn't matter - as he sucks and laps at her clit and hood, his fingers are more for extra stimulation than anything. Warm, not entirely gentle... but when he does find her g-spot, she can bet he'll abuse it to help get her off.

Ah... it's a lot louder, too, he thinks. She's so wet, and the ease is almost enviable really. He doesn't think overmuch on the subject though, not with her hand gripping his hair to guide him and her body moving against the actions he's taking.

Yeah... he thinks he could do this more often, under the right circumstances.]

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( likely it's not something that he does often--and yet she benefits from that inexperience with the way that his fingers move, in that they're searching, teasing, brushing inside of her as though he's learning his way rather than just plunging in with reckless abandon. he's gentle, in some respects, and yet forward enough that it's nothing too soft: in fact, the further that his fingers move, the more that she thinks he's precisely determined enough about it to help push her over the edge. she's not thinking too hard about their surroundings, or about guiding him, in that moment; it's more about letting herself surrender to the feeling that she so rarely surrenders to by herself, let alone with other people. ethan is getting a special show, a special experience--they both are, in that respect, she thinks. and it's enjoyable to her in a way that's hard to put to words.

his mouth moves as dutifully as his fingers, and it's the combined effort of them, the combined stimulation, that ironically feels best. would he like it to be more than just his fingers there, more than his tongue lapping at her clit, teasing around against the damp press of her skin? she's not sure, and she wouldn't judge him for it either way. her hips move with his tongue, meeting him there, though his effort is more than enough, and her fingers go tighter in his hair, tugging carefully in warning.

it doesn't matter too much--it's just that her body goes tight around him, his fingers pressed in with the effort of her orgasm; it's just that her voice betrays her into a rush of sound, a moan that falls into the air with an almost delicate grace, warm and full of pleasure, as if she's finally been able to push past the calculating of her thoughts. her hips press into the touch, squeezing and going soft with each pulse of pleasure, a soft breath as she steadies herself, and her hand, and forces her fingers to go slack, brushing carefully back through ethan's hair as though in slight apology. it's sensitive enough there, between her thighs, that she almost coaxes his face back, tilts her own head and glances down at him with a faint smile. )

Well, that is certainly worth a return favor...

( with a soft laugh. after all, she doesn't feel itchy at all anymore. )

Are you alright?