[ She's still coming down from the lofty, sweet after-high of release and he's already pressing forward again. Literally pressing; his fingers and thumb are stroking her most sensitive areas inside and out. She shudders involuntarily, a tiny cry tumbling out of her mouth--as a second, smaller shower of sparks explodes within her. ]

H-Hak!

[ Her hips and legs and shoulders--her whole body thrashes under him, although it's difficult to say whether she's trying to get closer or to pull away from him: her fingers dig in to his wrist and his back as though to prevent him from withdrawing. It's a pleasure that's almost painful in its intensity, though it passes as quickly as it sets on her leaving her in an even deeper sense of languor.

Breathing heavily, she tries to move and it feels as though her thighs have turned to molasses. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair around her head is damp with sweat.... He wanted to find her weakness. Well. He might have played into it a little more than intended. ]

Careful. Too soon....

[ It's a very, very half-hearted admonition, considering she's kissing--whatever part of him she can reach without having to lift her head too far. ]