She welcomingly brings her outer leg around his, anchoring him into her better, the way she remembered felt right, last night.
It is appreciated, that he does not rush for more. This time she gets what she was unsure of but wanted. To learn him. Touch him and know him better with curious fingers.
Gilia nods, eyes up on his to make sure he was enjoying her attempts. Her hand strokes across his hip, feeling out scars and muscles as she wandered lower. Until she felt the base of his cock, set in thick curls, and tentatively wrapped her fingers around him like she had last night. Until, at last, she stroked him, fingers loose, worried to hurt with too strong a grip. Moving down the length, her thumb catching across the tip and feeling the smear of wet that leaks.
He still felt smooth, warm and yet so heavy and thick in her hand. Her face warmed again, Spirits, she had fit him last night. Truly, how had she managed it at all?
Wetting her lip, with feathery brushes of fingers, she kept up slow strokes, "like this?"
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It is appreciated, that he does not rush for more. This time she gets what she was unsure of but wanted. To learn him. Touch him and know him better with curious fingers.
Gilia nods, eyes up on his to make sure he was enjoying her attempts. Her hand strokes across his hip, feeling out scars and muscles as she wandered lower. Until she felt the base of his cock, set in thick curls, and tentatively wrapped her fingers around him like she had last night. Until, at last, she stroked him, fingers loose, worried to hurt with too strong a grip. Moving down the length, her thumb catching across the tip and feeling the smear of wet that leaks.
He still felt smooth, warm and yet so heavy and thick in her hand. Her face warmed again, Spirits, she had fit him last night. Truly, how had she managed it at all?
Wetting her lip, with feathery brushes of fingers, she kept up slow strokes, "like this?"