[ His heels dig into the bed, toes curling, and he lets out a soft whine. Her words only get a faint nod from him, while he tries his best to not let his control tumble down a cliff. He waits instead, lets her take the lead on this, so she can start moving whenever she feels ready.
It's not as if he'll ever feel truly ready himself, so... best to hand over the reins to her. She's the one sitting on top of him anyway. ]
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It's not as if he'll ever feel truly ready himself, so... best to hand over the reins to her. She's the one sitting on top of him anyway. ]