[Yasha gasps when he suddenly sits up, both of her hands wrapping around his shoulders as he switches their positions. He is not wrong in his assumption- she's way too close to be teasing herself too much. She didn't want to climax way before him, she could hold out for a bit longer.
And it pays off wonderfully because with the switch of the positions, his thrusts are way harder than the tempo she held on top she moans loudly, one of her hands grasping at the sheets above her head, the other having fingers digging into his shoulders, close to mimicking the marks he already had there from last night (most likely).
With the fingers rubbing her clit, matching the pace of the thrusts, Yasha groans loudly as orgasm rushes through her, her vision going blank for a brief moment. Her legs wrap around tightly around him, so even if he had other plans, she may have changed them, her hold on him tight and refusing to let go.]
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And it pays off wonderfully because with the switch of the positions, his thrusts are way harder than the tempo she held on top she moans loudly, one of her hands grasping at the sheets above her head, the other having fingers digging into his shoulders, close to mimicking the marks he already had there from last night (most likely).
With the fingers rubbing her clit, matching the pace of the thrusts, Yasha groans loudly as orgasm rushes through her, her vision going blank for a brief moment. Her legs wrap around tightly around him, so even if he had other plans, she may have changed them, her hold on him tight and refusing to let go.]