[ She feels warm and wet around him, and the tightening of her muscles makes him only want to indulge her more. The excitement of it all is making him feel somewhat lightheaded, the rest of the world around them fading into a blur as she commands his complete attention. Fingers plunge in deeper, the hand on her bottom surreptitiously peeling upward on her skirt. While he's dimly aware that someone could come by and see them like this, his inhibitions have long since faded away, little more than static in the background of his thoughts.
So distracted is he with the movement of his fingers and her reactions that she catches him unawares when her hands move to his trousers. Petra has always been one to strive without hesitation toward her goals... he just never imagined that goal would be him. He's certain that the Augur has had some influence on him, nudging him toward this encounter and making him bolder, but he knows this desire he feels is all his own.
The grasp of her hand draws a sharp, shuddering breath from him, and his hips instinctively press toward her hand. The spear that she has grasped swells with arousal, warm and thick in her hand. His hips move in subtle ways to guide her movements, but she doesn't need much guidance at all. It's when her hand squeezes him just past his swollen head that his breaths grow particularly ragged. He can't find the words to express his feelings right now, so instead, his mouth chases hers, hoping to catch it with a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. ]
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So distracted is he with the movement of his fingers and her reactions that she catches him unawares when her hands move to his trousers. Petra has always been one to strive without hesitation toward her goals... he just never imagined that goal would be him. He's certain that the Augur has had some influence on him, nudging him toward this encounter and making him bolder, but he knows this desire he feels is all his own.
The grasp of her hand draws a sharp, shuddering breath from him, and his hips instinctively press toward her hand. The spear that she has grasped swells with arousal, warm and thick in her hand. His hips move in subtle ways to guide her movements, but she doesn't need much guidance at all. It's when her hand squeezes him just past his swollen head that his breaths grow particularly ragged. He can't find the words to express his feelings right now, so instead, his mouth chases hers, hoping to catch it with a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. ]