[He catches her little shudder. He hadn't called her name as an experiment... it hadn't been intentional at all. She had pulled it out of him in quite a different way than he would have said it if he were using it as a tool. Her reaction strongly implies that she liked it, but he doesn't know if it's because it's her name, or because of the way she's drawn it from him.
When her mouth is on his balls, he clutches her breast tightly for a moment, then releases it and slaps down on the mattress beside them with the flat of his hand, making a sound of pleasure and exasperation.
How is this so good? He'd had an idea of rolling around with her in bed, kissing her and leaning down over her and feeling her legs around his waist, and it now seems that projection might have involved excessive optimism on his part... he may not make it that long. His torso struggles under her; his toes curl. It's all he can do to maintain any sort of rhythm or motion on her with his hand.]
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When her mouth is on his balls, he clutches her breast tightly for a moment, then releases it and slaps down on the mattress beside them with the flat of his hand, making a sound of pleasure and exasperation.
How is this so good? He'd had an idea of rolling around with her in bed, kissing her and leaning down over her and feeling her legs around his waist, and it now seems that projection might have involved excessive optimism on his part... he may not make it that long. His torso struggles under her; his toes curl. It's all he can do to maintain any sort of rhythm or motion on her with his hand.]