[ There is a methodical sort of thoroughness to his motions, as if he's calculated the exact means to draw out her pleasure without satisfying it completely. It's delicious torment, but it turns out he's only just getting started. Tseng kisses his way down her body, and she whines plaintively when he pulls away from her, though she obviously needn't have worried.
He gently presses her thighs apart, and she obliges without hesitation, nodding compliance when he instructs her to keep them open. In the next moment he has her pinned, his strong hand braced across her hips.
What comes after that is... a bit of a blur, honestly. Navia loses track of time entirely as waves of pleasure wash over her. All that matters is that point of contact and the heady tension that coils in her limbs, in her stomach. Tseng's earlier confidence is well-founded, it turns out--Navia's soft sighs become whimpers, then moans, then gasping cries.
The growing tension makes the muscles of her thighs shiver and jump, but he told her to keep them spread for him and that's exactly what she does. It adds to the pleasure, to do as he asks of her even when her body wants to arch right off the bed. Her hands twist in the sheets instead, nails dragging over smooth fabric. ]
no subject
He gently presses her thighs apart, and she obliges without hesitation, nodding compliance when he instructs her to keep them open. In the next moment he has her pinned, his strong hand braced across her hips.
What comes after that is... a bit of a blur, honestly. Navia loses track of time entirely as waves of pleasure wash over her. All that matters is that point of contact and the heady tension that coils in her limbs, in her stomach. Tseng's earlier confidence is well-founded, it turns out--Navia's soft sighs become whimpers, then moans, then gasping cries.
The growing tension makes the muscles of her thighs shiver and jump, but he told her to keep them spread for him and that's exactly what she does. It adds to the pleasure, to do as he asks of her even when her body wants to arch right off the bed. Her hands twist in the sheets instead, nails dragging over smooth fabric. ]