[ Carver doesn't reply to what she says, but he doesn't have to. His body is speaking for him, and Harley's eagerly reading every muffled sound and every twitch of his muscles as though she's reading a novel. She's eating up everything he's giving to her. It occurs to her that this is the most they've spoken to each other since they've met and yet neither of them is actually saying much. Bodies do the talking sometimes, and it feels like that's the case here. She's picking up on the ebbs and flows of energy between them, closing her eyes and tipping her head back briefly as she drags blunt nails over Carver's chest, leaving slightly pink lines in their wake. Nothing that'll stick around. They'll fade by morning, but something in her hopes he'll catch a glimpse of the marks when he gets back to his own space and think of her.
She arches her back more sharply to adjust the angle at which their hips are meeting and it causes another moan to be pulled from her. ]
Oh, fuck...I'm almost there...
[ She reaches down to rub at her clit, unashamed of giving him a show, pressing her chest into the hand that's still on her breast. She bounces harder and faster in his lap, gasping at the sensation as everything in her starts to coil and tighten. She's so close she can taste it. Suddenly, her pleasure comes to a sharp peak, and then her muscles clench rhythmically around his cock as she comes. She squirts, too, having forgotten to warn him but it isn't a lot. Enough for him to notice, but not enough for it to become a real inconvenience. She'd masturbated before he came over to release a little tension, so it's less of a feature than it normally would be, though still definitely there. She works through her orgasm, shuddering but keeping her pace strong, wanting him to finish too. She wants him to feel what she's feeling even if she's not entirely sure why. ]
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i'm so sorry this is so late
Date: 2022-10-10 11:43 pm (UTC)She arches her back more sharply to adjust the angle at which their hips are meeting and it causes another moan to be pulled from her. ]
Oh, fuck...I'm almost there...
[ She reaches down to rub at her clit, unashamed of giving him a show, pressing her chest into the hand that's still on her breast. She bounces harder and faster in his lap, gasping at the sensation as everything in her starts to coil and tighten. She's so close she can taste it. Suddenly, her pleasure comes to a sharp peak, and then her muscles clench rhythmically around his cock as she comes. She squirts, too, having forgotten to warn him but it isn't a lot. Enough for him to notice, but not enough for it to become a real inconvenience. She'd masturbated before he came over to release a little tension, so it's less of a feature than it normally would be, though still definitely there. She works through her orgasm, shuddering but keeping her pace strong, wanting him to finish too. She wants him to feel what she's feeling even if she's not entirely sure why. ]
You can come inside me if you want...