[Had she doubted her? Maybe that long-silenced voice of reason in the back of her head had supplied it. The impossible acceleration, the instincts that arrived without warning, their harried and single-minded actions... all of these things might have made her worry otherwise that this wasn't a pleasurable time. Instead, they seem to be swimming in it.
With the nod giving her the sign-off she was looking for, her eyes drop to the work, expression all lashes and lowered gaze. Her free hand helps settle Hilda's thigh on her shoulder, showing her how much of her weight she can safely hold (quite a lot of it, if she needs to) before ghosting across the fingers in her hair in encouragement. For Rahu, it's like having a lead line to guide and reinforce her. As eager to prove herself in this position as she is, she wants to get every little bit of guidance and feedback.] You're a little noisy, aren't you? [flash forward to "how lucky no one noticed us"] If that's how you feel, then don't stop.
[For what feels like the first time since things began to escalate, Rahu slows down. She idles her mouth along Hilda's lower stomach and down the outstretched line of her inner thigh beside Rahu's face. The pause gives her occupied hand time to explore and delve, cupping her mound to finger her better. Finally, with some regret, she removes her hand, though the resulting wet slide of the withdrawal is satisfying enough to make it feel worth it. She's a woman of singular focus; splitting her attention between two tasks right now would result in neither of them being performed particularly well. Quick to replace what she's taken away, she finally brings her mouth between Hilda's legs, tongue drawing along her open folds with a familiar pattern of strokes.]
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With the nod giving her the sign-off she was looking for, her eyes drop to the work, expression all lashes and lowered gaze. Her free hand helps settle Hilda's thigh on her shoulder, showing her how much of her weight she can safely hold (quite a lot of it, if she needs to) before ghosting across the fingers in her hair in encouragement. For Rahu, it's like having a lead line to guide and reinforce her. As eager to prove herself in this position as she is, she wants to get every little bit of guidance and feedback.] You're a little noisy, aren't you? [
flash forward to "how lucky no one noticed us"] If that's how you feel, then don't stop.[For what feels like the first time since things began to escalate, Rahu slows down. She idles her mouth along Hilda's lower stomach and down the outstretched line of her inner thigh beside Rahu's face. The pause gives her occupied hand time to explore and delve, cupping her mound to finger her better. Finally, with some regret, she removes her hand, though the resulting wet slide of the withdrawal is satisfying enough to make it feel worth it. She's a woman of singular focus; splitting her attention between two tasks right now would result in neither of them being performed particularly well. Quick to replace what she's taken away, she finally brings her mouth between Hilda's legs, tongue drawing along her open folds with a familiar pattern of strokes.]