[ everything is moving too fast - his mouth over her skin, the kisses that set her body on fire from the inside out - and all too slow at the same time. The way she watches him sit back, the achingly deliberate way he takes himself in hand... it's too relaxed for her when all she knows is that there's more and her blood is heated.
that first press promises more and, when he leans forward again to brace himself, citra arches upward to silently demand another kiss, her hands going to his sides at his ribs to help hold him. to bring him close once more. whatever is next, they'll cross it together, like they've done before. she's ready for this, for him and she lifts her hips to open herself and allow him to slide his cock in.
she can feel it, the tip of him and, in that moment, all she wants is more. ]
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that first press promises more and, when he leans forward again to brace himself, citra arches upward to silently demand another kiss, her hands going to his sides at his ribs to help hold him. to bring him close once more. whatever is next, they'll cross it together, like they've done before. she's ready for this, for him and she lifts her hips to open herself and allow him to slide his cock in.
she can feel it, the tip of him and, in that moment, all she wants is more. ]