[ She isn't playing a long game. Not the time or place as she works her hand over him, building on every little sound. Measuring against each reaction how hard he grips at her. A half reaction of her own that can't be helped when her spine arches a little as he holds her, just to feel that tug at herself. There's something equal parts ground and freeing to it all. That lets one things feed into another.
Her head turns as he leans in, her free hand slipping up under the edge of his shirt, pushing it out of the way to run her fingers against his back. Turns so she can kiss at his neck, the press of teeth where she's careful not to leave not to leave too obvious of a mark. Well, if only a little, noses down his neck to his collar again, to where she knew it would be hidden behind his shirt. There, as she bites something him to feel of her later, her fingers curl that little firmer, move quicker and doesn't stop at that pace nor give him a way back from it. Using the hand at his back to encourage him to it. Drinking up each little noise and jolt into herself in a pleased hum of response. Effects her in some unnamable way, that pooled low heat of watching him come undone. Because she's watching him still, hasn't taken her gaze off him even once. Him and nothing else that takes up her mind at that moment. ]
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Her head turns as he leans in, her free hand slipping up under the edge of his shirt, pushing it out of the way to run her fingers against his back. Turns so she can kiss at his neck, the press of teeth where she's careful not to leave not to leave too obvious of a mark. Well, if only a little, noses down his neck to his collar again, to where she knew it would be hidden behind his shirt. There, as she bites something him to feel of her later, her fingers curl that little firmer, move quicker and doesn't stop at that pace nor give him a way back from it. Using the hand at his back to encourage him to it. Drinking up each little noise and jolt into herself in a pleased hum of response. Effects her in some unnamable way, that pooled low heat of watching him come undone. Because she's watching him still, hasn't taken her gaze off him even once. Him and nothing else that takes up her mind at that moment. ]