[They move together like that for a little while, rubbing and pressing closer, and his body stirs and stiffens against hers. Before long he is roused by her hungry wetness pressing down on him, sliding across his sex in a way that teases and coaxes him towards that burning finality once more. He can feel her eagerness through the connection she's forged, and he feels his own in tandem, longing to indulge further, to feel their link inside and out. Instead of rushing it he angles his hips and grinds up against her with a slower, steady movement, harder but teasing. He knows her limits by now and is testing the waters, still experimenting with the paint to try and get her moaning again before he even breaches her entry.
He dips his head to kiss at the corner of her lips first, catching a bit of the paint she'd smeared around his body earlier and licking it away. He wants to be inside her, soon, but he wants to feel that heat, that connection, inside himself as well. It thrums against his throat, on his tongue, and after a moment or two of savouring the bitter tang of paint joined with the charged heat of what she'd put into it, he moves in to kiss her again, deep once more, distracting her from the slow grind and his wandering hands as they slide lower, down her stomach, brushing over the wetness between her legs. Another slow tease, enjoying the noises she makes and the way her body arches under his fingertips.
Then, without warning, feeling her readiness through that strange crystal link, he curls one hand on her hip and the other around his length, guiding himself into position and dragging her down as his hips lift, sinking deep into her at last. He won't wait long, having teased her enough already- once she's settled he moves at once, arching up towards her weight and helping her move with both hands at her waist.]
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He dips his head to kiss at the corner of her lips first, catching a bit of the paint she'd smeared around his body earlier and licking it away. He wants to be inside her, soon, but he wants to feel that heat, that connection, inside himself as well. It thrums against his throat, on his tongue, and after a moment or two of savouring the bitter tang of paint joined with the charged heat of what she'd put into it, he moves in to kiss her again, deep once more, distracting her from the slow grind and his wandering hands as they slide lower, down her stomach, brushing over the wetness between her legs. Another slow tease, enjoying the noises she makes and the way her body arches under his fingertips.
Then, without warning, feeling her readiness through that strange crystal link, he curls one hand on her hip and the other around his length, guiding himself into position and dragging her down as his hips lift, sinking deep into her at last. He won't wait long, having teased her enough already- once she's settled he moves at once, arching up towards her weight and helping her move with both hands at her waist.]