[ it's a blessing he doesn't seem too keen on hearing actual answers out of her, because lucy feels too dizzy, too embarrassed to even try and come up with one for that first question. the honest truth of it is — she has no idea how long she's been wet for. but from how quickly and eagerly her body warms up to his touch, pliant and obedient under every lick and stroke, she wouldn't be surprised if she'd been wet from the second he expressed true interest in her.
she swallows back another moan in her throat when his finger works against her clit. from his first touch to her breasts she'd known how rough and strong his hands were, but somehow feeling it there where she's most sensitive just drives the point home further.
she doesn't trust herself to speak, breathing now coming out in short gasps, so she just clutches at his shoulders and bobs her head in a desperate nod instead. she tries to imagine how his tongue moved against her nipples on her clit and... oh gods. ]
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she swallows back another moan in her throat when his finger works against her clit. from his first touch to her breasts she'd known how rough and strong his hands were, but somehow feeling it there where she's most sensitive just drives the point home further.
she doesn't trust herself to speak, breathing now coming out in short gasps, so she just clutches at his shoulders and bobs her head in a desperate nod instead. she tries to imagine how his tongue moved against her nipples on her clit and... oh gods. ]