[His face says a lot more than his words ever could. Her fingers twitch as she meets his eyes, wishing once again that she could see them without their stupid red lenses, especially when he's looking at her like that. Like she's the most precious thing in the world, like she's the only thing he cares about in this moment. Something thuds almost painfully in her chest as she reaches out with shaky fingers to caress his cheek, as if she could burn that look of his into her mind forever.]
Scott... [she doesn't know what else she can say to that, need laced through his name. Maybe next time, after it's not so new, she can try to persuade him to do this without his glasses on -- the thought sends a sharp shiver of desire through her, and she clenches just that little bit tighter around him as she rocks forward. God, he looks good like that, head thrown back, panting for breath -- and then, just as he wanted, when he suddenly thrusts up harder, her eyes go wide with the sudden cry of surprise and wanton pleasure. What had he said? "Don't hold back?"]
Y-yeah, okay! [Pupils blown wide and hair sticking to her neck with sweat, she leans back, dragging her hands along his skin until she can trace them up her own body, less because it feels good (even though it really, really does) and more because she wants his attention completely on her, as weird as it is. The new position drives him in at a little bit of a different angle, just that little bit deeper, and she moans with abandon as she brings her hands up to desperately try to pull her hair back, out of her eyes so she can still see him without losing their rhythm.] C-can you go harder?
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Scott... [she doesn't know what else she can say to that, need laced through his name. Maybe next time, after it's not so new, she can try to persuade him to do this without his glasses on -- the thought sends a sharp shiver of desire through her, and she clenches just that little bit tighter around him as she rocks forward. God, he looks good like that, head thrown back, panting for breath -- and then, just as he wanted, when he suddenly thrusts up harder, her eyes go wide with the sudden cry of surprise and wanton pleasure. What had he said? "Don't hold back?"]
Y-yeah, okay! [Pupils blown wide and hair sticking to her neck with sweat, she leans back, dragging her hands along his skin until she can trace them up her own body, less because it feels good (even though it really, really does) and more because she wants his attention completely on her, as weird as it is. The new position drives him in at a little bit of a different angle, just that little bit deeper, and she moans with abandon as she brings her hands up to desperately try to pull her hair back, out of her eyes so she can still see him without losing their rhythm.] C-can you go harder?