[ Ori's growing moan tickles him, somewhere deep inside of him. Trahearne feels a flush prick his cheeks, and as her voice gets louder, a low, gravelly moan slips from his lips and into her mouth. This is a heat he's never felt before. If he could sweat, he would surely be dripping, he thinks.
The hand on her hip shifts towards the center. There's a small buzz of uncertainty as he does so, but it's drowned out by the insatiable pangs of desire that ripple through him with each roll of her hips on his. If he does something wrong, then...he's sure she'll tell him. They are practically strangers. Yet he trusts her unconditionally. Is that strange?
His outstretched thumb dips downward, into her folds—a curious finger that rubs against her clit. He exhales. How is he supposed to contain himself at this point? ]
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The hand on her hip shifts towards the center. There's a small buzz of uncertainty as he does so, but it's drowned out by the insatiable pangs of desire that ripple through him with each roll of her hips on his. If he does something wrong, then...he's sure she'll tell him. They are practically strangers. Yet he trusts her unconditionally. Is that strange?
His outstretched thumb dips downward, into her folds—a curious finger that rubs against her clit. He exhales. How is he supposed to contain himself at this point? ]