[Direction always helps. Even the brief noise and brush of fingers is incredibly helpful, prickling something warm in his chest that tends to come with the experience of usefulness.
And what a wonderful thing that nuzzling her breasts is useful.
It isn't a good distraction from how close and warm River is, however. In all honesty, Horatio would be hard pressed to imagine anything that could drag his attention from peppering eager kisses against all the skin he can reach.]
Please--
[He isn't certain she'll be able to hear him murmuring against the swell of her breasts. That's what prompts his hand up from slicking his length, fingers pawing fretfully at her hand before settling on her hip.]
( her hips jerk at his touch, less careful placement of his fingers compared to hers as he paws at her. but it gets the message across. her hand slides to his cock, fingers dancing across his length as she takes lightly grips him. and then she's surrounding him, wet heat as river lowers herself onto him.
there's a content sound in the back of her throat, a slow roll of her hips as her hand moves up, resting on his cheek. river tips his head up as she leans down, capturing his lips with hers again.
tongue pushes into his mouth, her other hand moving behind her, resting on his thigh. river gives another slow roll of her hips, breaking the kiss. she looks at him for a few seconds, eyes dark before pressing a light tease of a kiss to the corner of his mouth. rocking her hips, a continuous motion now, her hand slides down to rest on his back )
[Horatio isn't used to slow. It didn't matter who he'd happened to stumble into bed or into the hold or into the scant shelter of an alley with, really; things simply always had to be rushed through with the odd half-sinking fear of being snatched away from the brief allowance of pleasure.
But River's moving slowly. She's sparing a moment as she settles to let the sensation of intimacy shake through them pleasantly. She's kissing him, studying him; holding him somewhere that isn't rushed and fumbling and drenched in something almost like fear around the edges of ecstasy.
There's nothing dignified in the soft sounds falling from Horatio's lips. There isn't in the eager buck of his hips to meet the roll of hers, or in the shake of one hand moving to help brace himself on the bed. Still, there's trust in the way his head dips in against her neck, lips curling slightly as he forces his twitching hips to match her rhythm.]
( it might not be dignified but there's something in her that loves it, the raw emotion of his pleasure, the need of him as he comes towards her. it urges her own, a sharper jerk of her hips, a firmer hold on his leg as she moves a little quicker, still leisurely but not quite so slow.
it has her pulling him towards her, running his hand up from her hip, grazing it over her chest. she likes the feel of someone touching her, exploring her skin. those little touches each bring their own amount of pleasure )
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And what a wonderful thing that nuzzling her breasts is useful.
It isn't a good distraction from how close and warm River is, however. In all honesty, Horatio would be hard pressed to imagine anything that could drag his attention from peppering eager kisses against all the skin he can reach.]
Please--
[He isn't certain she'll be able to hear him murmuring against the swell of her breasts. That's what prompts his hand up from slicking his length, fingers pawing fretfully at her hand before settling on her hip.]
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there's a content sound in the back of her throat, a slow roll of her hips as her hand moves up, resting on his cheek. river tips his head up as she leans down, capturing his lips with hers again.
tongue pushes into his mouth, her other hand moving behind her, resting on his thigh. river gives another slow roll of her hips, breaking the kiss. she looks at him for a few seconds, eyes dark before pressing a light tease of a kiss to the corner of his mouth. rocking her hips, a continuous motion now, her hand slides down to rest on his back )
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But River's moving slowly. She's sparing a moment as she settles to let the sensation of intimacy shake through them pleasantly. She's kissing him, studying him; holding him somewhere that isn't rushed and fumbling and drenched in something almost like fear around the edges of ecstasy.
There's nothing dignified in the soft sounds falling from Horatio's lips. There isn't in the eager buck of his hips to meet the roll of hers, or in the shake of one hand moving to help brace himself on the bed. Still, there's trust in the way his head dips in against her neck, lips curling slightly as he forces his twitching hips to match her rhythm.]
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it has her pulling him towards her, running his hand up from her hip, grazing it over her chest. she likes the feel of someone touching her, exploring her skin. those little touches each bring their own amount of pleasure )