( she arches her back into his touch, soft moan of encouragement at the touch and her hips rock again, a little impatiently, a move in contrast against the stroke of her hand on his cock.
her other hand settles between her own legs, a slow rub at her clit to tide her over, slipping fingers between her folds, moaning a little louder at the attention )
[He switches sides with his mouth, and rolls the other nipple between his fingers. Another few strokes and he's okay to continue. He sits up a little and stops the hand that's working her clit, he plans on taking that over in a few minutes.]
( she almost whines when he moves her hand away, though his shift and the fullness of his cock in her hand stills her complaint. una pushes herself up on her knees, angling him to smoothly slide onto him, sitting perfectly in his lap )
Pull your legs up?
( she wants something to lean back on as she rides him, to balance her as she moves. and it'll give him room to work her.
she rises up, almost lifting up off his cock, leaning back once she knows his legs are there before lowering back down, and it sends a moan out into the room, a second, slow rise and fall over him, almost lifting herself off him again before sinking onto him.
content, loving how he rubs in her, and comfortable she sets a pace, quicker than those two thrusts but steady, only lifting herself half as much this time, bobbing steadily over him )
( one of her hands rests against his thigh as she rides him, a little extra to help keep her steady, her other hand finds his, guiding his fingers back between her legs.
her head tips slightly back, soft sounds falling from her at the pressure of him in and on her )
[He loved watching her let go of everything that made her his first officer, all of her control. She knew she was safe with him and he'd never let anything happen to her while she did.
Chris echoed her sounds as his thumb took over for her hands.]
( the added pressure is everything she needs, a contrast to how she'd touched herself, for where una had teased a little he's working her, sending little spikes of pleasure through her.
the hand on his thigh squeezes slightly in response, a firmer grip, a steadying force and another expression of that pleasure.
it's a rhythm that keeps up, her steadily riding him, his hand between her thighs, driving and building. the rock of her hips eventually starts to quicken, little clenches around him as she seeks her orgasm )
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her other hand settles between her own legs, a slow rub at her clit to tide her over, slipping fingers between her folds, moaning a little louder at the attention )
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Pull your legs up?
( she wants something to lean back on as she rides him, to balance her as she moves. and it'll give him room to work her.
she rises up, almost lifting up off his cock, leaning back once she knows his legs are there before lowering back down, and it sends a moan out into the room, a second, slow rise and fall over him, almost lifting herself off him again before sinking onto him.
content, loving how he rubs in her, and comfortable she sets a pace, quicker than those two thrusts but steady, only lifting herself half as much this time, bobbing steadily over him )
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her head tips slightly back, soft sounds falling from her at the pressure of him in and on her )
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Chris echoed her sounds as his thumb took over for her hands.]
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the hand on his thigh squeezes slightly in response, a firmer grip, a steadying force and another expression of that pleasure.
it's a rhythm that keeps up, her steadily riding him, his hand between her thighs, driving and building. the rock of her hips eventually starts to quicken, little clenches around him as she seeks her orgasm )
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