[ He may be lacking in experience, but Hak more than makes up for it in his willingness to experiment. His efforts don't go unrewarded, either: aside from having found that particular sweet spot inside her that he keeps hammering home, occasionally his thumb finds that little jewel nestled ar the front of her sex, the one that sends sparks straight to her head and the soles of her feet. ]
There, Hak. Right there.
[ Her murmured words of encouragement are coupled by an insistent bump of her hips and her thumb sweeping over the head of his cock, fleetingly, teasingly. Her pleasure is his pleasure, and as his list of desires begins to evolve into--what might best be described as the culminated weight of his years of longing-- she can feel herself finally approaching her first orgasm. ... Which is ironic, because this is the same time that, in spite of how aroused he's made her, that his words start to pierce that vale.
Weeks. Days. Hours even... They don't have that. She can't give him that. What can she do for that pain? She's too close to the edge he insists on sending her over, even that tiny loss of momentum and edge isn't enough to buy her more time or space to think, but--
It doesn't matter, because he gives it to her.
I want you--to love me. ]
I do. I do love you. Hak!
[ The velvet walls around his fingers shudder and convulse as she's drug all the way over. She can only just barely remember to in spite of it being the plan all along--but somehow she manages to work the pad of her thumb insistently over the weeping head of his cock, encouraging to give up his pain, to come with her as she kisses him. ]
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There, Hak. Right there.
[ Her murmured words of encouragement are coupled by an insistent bump of her hips and her thumb sweeping over the head of his cock, fleetingly, teasingly. Her pleasure is his pleasure, and as his list of desires begins to evolve into--what might best be described as the culminated weight of his years of longing-- she can feel herself finally approaching her first orgasm. ... Which is ironic, because this is the same time that, in spite of how aroused he's made her, that his words start to pierce that vale.
Weeks. Days. Hours even... They don't have that. She can't give him that. What can she do for that pain? She's too close to the edge he insists on sending her over, even that tiny loss of momentum and edge isn't enough to buy her more time or space to think, but--
It doesn't matter, because he gives it to her.
I want you--to love me. ]
I do. I do love you. Hak!
[ The velvet walls around his fingers shudder and convulse as she's drug all the way over. She can only just barely remember to in spite of it being the plan all along--but somehow she manages to work the pad of her thumb insistently over the weeping head of his cock, encouraging to give up his pain, to come with her as she kisses him. ]