[Now they are even enough. She is letting her fingers ease over his hips, touching firmly but carefully, as if it would even be minutely possible for her to hurt him in some way.
She stops to get her arms out of the straps, and is only slightly surprised to see the look on his face, mostly visible despite the lighting in the parking lot. Of course she is a little nervous, but up until now the excitement has kept her going. But Namine can practically feel his eyes on her, it's strange and nerve wracking, still she lets him look, allows him to touch. It feels incomparably good, just being touched by someone else. By him, really.]
Lea!
[His name comes out in a soft, weighted little moan, almost too quiet and kept between the two of them. She leans into his touch, one hand coming to rest over his, letting him touch her lips but as he gives her that compliment she eases her fingers through his threading them together before she turns slightly to kiss the palm of his hand. She won't tell him he's wrong, she takes the compliment gratefully, the effect of it showing clearest in her eyes. Touching, seeing, feeling each other is visceral, it's partially driven by instinct, but to hear something like that is thoroughly governed by emotion. It means so much to her.
Without looking away from his eyes, Namine allows her other hand to touch his cock, wrapping loosely to stroke him almost too carefully. It could be considered teasing if she actually had enough experience or brain power for such a thing.]
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She stops to get her arms out of the straps, and is only slightly surprised to see the look on his face, mostly visible despite the lighting in the parking lot. Of course she is a little nervous, but up until now the excitement has kept her going. But Namine can practically feel his eyes on her, it's strange and nerve wracking, still she lets him look, allows him to touch. It feels incomparably good, just being touched by someone else. By him, really.]
Lea!
[His name comes out in a soft, weighted little moan, almost too quiet and kept between the two of them. She leans into his touch, one hand coming to rest over his, letting him touch her lips but as he gives her that compliment she eases her fingers through his threading them together before she turns slightly to kiss the palm of his hand. She won't tell him he's wrong, she takes the compliment gratefully, the effect of it showing clearest in her eyes. Touching, seeing, feeling each other is visceral, it's partially driven by instinct, but to hear something like that is thoroughly governed by emotion. It means so much to her.
Without looking away from his eyes, Namine allows her other hand to touch his cock, wrapping loosely to stroke him almost too carefully. It could be considered teasing if she actually had enough experience or brain power for such a thing.]