[Something about that whine sends a flush of heat pounding through her entire body, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. He's so different from how quiet Akira had been, and honestly? She likes it more, hearing his voice, hearing how much he's enjoying it...
She opens her mouth and shifts just a little bit back down to run her tongue up his throat, only the lightest press of teeth threatening an obvious bruise if she bites down. What kind of sound would he make if she did something like that...? He takes her hand, though, and she pauses, using that grip on his hand to center herself. It's kind of funny how something as simple as holding hands almost feels more intimate than anything else they've done in the last several minutes, huh? She glances at their joined hands, then back up to read what she can of his expression, taking the moment to catch her breath.
Before answering, she leans up and presses a short, tender kiss to his lips, feeling her cheeks somehow managing to flush even deeper as she squeezes his hand.]
I want to do this with you, [she murmurs, stealing another kiss from his lips. If he wants to be inside her, though, that sounds like only one thing to her, though. Exhaling another little breath against his lips, she shifts off him but doesn't go far, just reaching past their poor, forgotten sandwiches to dig around inside her back on her desk. A beat later, and she tosses an almost silly grin at him -- and also a condom, landing right on his chest as her flush creeps further down her neck again. Her smile equal parts playful, fond, and a little embarrassed as she meets his eyes again.] Anything you want to do, I want to do it with you.
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She opens her mouth and shifts just a little bit back down to run her tongue up his throat, only the lightest press of teeth threatening an obvious bruise if she bites down. What kind of sound would he make if she did something like that...? He takes her hand, though, and she pauses, using that grip on his hand to center herself. It's kind of funny how something as simple as holding hands almost feels more intimate than anything else they've done in the last several minutes, huh? She glances at their joined hands, then back up to read what she can of his expression, taking the moment to catch her breath.
Before answering, she leans up and presses a short, tender kiss to his lips, feeling her cheeks somehow managing to flush even deeper as she squeezes his hand.]
I want to do this with you, [she murmurs, stealing another kiss from his lips. If he wants to be inside her, though, that sounds like only one thing to her, though. Exhaling another little breath against his lips, she shifts off him but doesn't go far, just reaching past their poor, forgotten sandwiches to dig around inside her back on her desk. A beat later, and she tosses an almost silly grin at him -- and also a condom, landing right on his chest as her flush creeps further down her neck again. Her smile equal parts playful, fond, and a little embarrassed as she meets his eyes again.] Anything you want to do, I want to do it with you.