It's a definite struggle to keep the sounds to a low murmur. The whimper she presses through teeth is nearing a sob, that breaking sound of wanting to say something but being so tethered to silence that it's more difficult to keep quiet than to not say anything at all.
Her hips press herself down against his mouth and as his fingers press against her inner walls she just focuses on him, on what he's doing, what he wants to do to her and how badly she just wants to feel him hard and inside of her. She wants to have that knowledge of being desired -- not that this doesn't do that for her, because it does, but there's still the desire for that closeness and no matter how incredible this feels, she still wants that full press of his weight against her. She wants to know that he wants to be near her and not just between her thighs. She knows these things, she does, but it's different in those moments.
Not that those moments aren't being pushed aside for the sensation building in her right now as her entire body tenses. Her hips nearly rising off the bed as her body tries to hold onto that sensation of just before the break. A whimper falls from her lips before she bucks, thighs tensing and bowing together despite her efforts to keep them spread apart. They come to close against his head, though her hand still holds to at least keep him from harm. The rush of warmth to her core and the flush of heat to her skin are enough to make a string of hissed words slip free. She tells him to keep going, that he's making her come, that he feels good and how badly she wants him. All of it only a touch above a whisper -- despite how badly she just wants to scream for him to fuck her already.
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Her hips press herself down against his mouth and as his fingers press against her inner walls she just focuses on him, on what he's doing, what he wants to do to her and how badly she just wants to feel him hard and inside of her. She wants to have that knowledge of being desired -- not that this doesn't do that for her, because it does, but there's still the desire for that closeness and no matter how incredible this feels, she still wants that full press of his weight against her. She wants to know that he wants to be near her and not just between her thighs. She knows these things, she does, but it's different in those moments.
Not that those moments aren't being pushed aside for the sensation building in her right now as her entire body tenses. Her hips nearly rising off the bed as her body tries to hold onto that sensation of just before the break. A whimper falls from her lips before she bucks, thighs tensing and bowing together despite her efforts to keep them spread apart. They come to close against his head, though her hand still holds to at least keep him from harm. The rush of warmth to her core and the flush of heat to her skin are enough to make a string of hissed words slip free. She tells him to keep going, that he's making her come, that he feels good and how badly she wants him. All of it only a touch above a whisper -- despite how badly she just wants to scream for him to fuck her already.