[ Under Scott's hand, Dara's rocking her hips toward his fingers, letting out a soft moan as she feels her heart rate increase. Her head tilts slightly to him better access to his neck. This isn't what she had planned for the morning, that's for sure, but she's certainly enjoying herself. Hearing Scott tell her how badly he wants her only makes it that much better. Dara likes that feeling; of being wanted. It's why she teased the erection out of him in the first place, but this is much better.
With soft, ragged breaths, Dara bows her back, pushing her ass back against him to feel his cock hard against her. She isn't going to say it, but she finds herself wishing he'd just yank down her clothes and sink into her. Giving over the reins feels especially good when she knows that the person taking them is one person above all others she knows she can trust to take care of her, even if she'd never be willing to admit that in so many words. Not having to worry about things going in a direction she doesn't want — because she knows if she were to pump the brakes, Scott would acquiesce — is actually liberating and the fact that she doesn't feel the need to take charge this morning is even more so. ]
Show me how much.
[ She looks over her shoulder at him again when she says it, eyes hooded and lips glistening from her having moistened them with her tongue just before speaking. Dara's aware of the fact that Scott's had a crush on her for a while now. He'd been no good at hiding it even before she did realize it, it was just that she'd been largely oblivious to the change in his demeanor. She wonders if that makes this feel surreal to him; if he'll need encouragement along the way to accept that it's real and she's embracing it rather than pushing him away.
So she hums, high-pitched, soft, and staccato, breaking off in favor of a huff of an exhale. She breathes out his name; reaches a hand back to massage his scalp. Gives him verbal encouragement as she goes on moving her hips to push against his hand eagerly, seeking more friction, more contact. ]
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With soft, ragged breaths, Dara bows her back, pushing her ass back against him to feel his cock hard against her. She isn't going to say it, but she finds herself wishing he'd just yank down her clothes and sink into her. Giving over the reins feels especially good when she knows that the person taking them is one person above all others she knows she can trust to take care of her, even if she'd never be willing to admit that in so many words. Not having to worry about things going in a direction she doesn't want — because she knows if she were to pump the brakes, Scott would acquiesce — is actually liberating and the fact that she doesn't feel the need to take charge this morning is even more so. ]
Show me how much.
[ She looks over her shoulder at him again when she says it, eyes hooded and lips glistening from her having moistened them with her tongue just before speaking. Dara's aware of the fact that Scott's had a crush on her for a while now. He'd been no good at hiding it even before she did realize it, it was just that she'd been largely oblivious to the change in his demeanor. She wonders if that makes this feel surreal to him; if he'll need encouragement along the way to accept that it's real and she's embracing it rather than pushing him away.
So she hums, high-pitched, soft, and staccato, breaking off in favor of a huff of an exhale. She breathes out his name; reaches a hand back to massage his scalp. Gives him verbal encouragement as she goes on moving her hips to push against his hand eagerly, seeking more friction, more contact. ]
Oh my God, Scott...that's so good... I like that.