She was convinced she would have bruises on her skin tomorrow from how hard he was holding onto her, which really said it all about who was desperate here. Estelle’s hand had slid under his shirt, pressing the heel of her hand against his collarbone, fingers curled around his neck. She wished that she was less dressed; she was already flushed all over with warmth, a bead of sweat at her brow as the feeling climbed.
“Oh?” Estelle countered in her next breath – and goading him back was half of her pleasure, even here. “If you can hold on long enough not to come apart first, that is.” Though he had disappointed her in every other regard tonight, she was determined he would not disappoint her in this – but as he pulled her down onto him, Estelle gasped aloud and purposefully picked up her pace in answer, moving more vigorously on him to try and make him actually groan, to suffer a little in the waiting. He was familiar enough to her now to read, even without words exchanged. It was a shame everything had come crashing down now – Estelle felt as though she had just been getting good at this.
“Oh?” Estelle countered in her next breath – and goading him back was half of her pleasure, even here. “If you can hold on long enough not to come apart first, that is.” Though he had disappointed her in every other regard tonight, she was determined he would not disappoint her in this – but as he pulled her down onto him, Estelle gasped aloud and purposefully picked up her pace in answer, moving more vigorously on him to try and make him actually groan, to suffer a little in the waiting. He was familiar enough to her now to read, even without words exchanged. It was a shame everything had come crashing down now – Estelle felt as though she had just been getting good at this.
