He presses harder against her (and she shouldn't be surprised, not really. Noah's always been one to push, to prod and jump limits and lines. Especially when it comes to their sex life) and she nearly shouts, jerking hard against his chest before wrapping her arms back around him tight. Her balance feels off, just a little, and she could lean back and let him take over but she doesnt want that. Isn't willing to sacrifice their closeness just yet. Instead she curls her legs back, after a little bit of shifting, tucking her toes into the rumpled piles of the sheets to get some more leverage.
She can push forward easier this way, can press herself up against the rough skin of his fingertips harder, faster, and she's edging up quickly. And really, Rachel has no qualms about taking care of herself when Noah's working but she's been too tired, too upset, and she honestly can't remember the last time she had an orgasm. "Noah-...Noah, Noah, baby," Her hips lose their rhythm and she sobs against the skin of his neck. "'M so close."
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Date: 2013-02-14 12:38 am (UTC)She can push forward easier this way, can press herself up against the rough skin of his fingertips harder, faster, and she's edging up quickly. And really, Rachel has no qualms about taking care of herself when Noah's working but she's been too tired, too upset, and she honestly can't remember the last time she had an orgasm. "Noah-...Noah, Noah, baby," Her hips lose their rhythm and she sobs against the skin of his neck. "'M so close."