Now that he's not touching her, she can devote all of her brainpower to this. To memorizing what makes him moan loudest, shift his hips against her hand (and her hips, when he pulls her knee over his waist and she can't help the little whimper that breaks out. He's so close, and she's suddenly so empty. But she's going to finish what she started). She learns that he likes a little bit of a twist just underneath the head, that he likes a little extra press down against the crease between his erection and his balls. She's never really gotten to do this before but she also learns that she fucking loves it. It figures that Rachel Berry would get off on power, but that's not it (entirely). Noah mentioned something about loving to watch her fall apart, how beautiful she looked and Rachel thinks maybe that's a part of it too. 'Cause his eyes are closed and his eyelashes and fluttering against his cheekbones and his lips are wet and slightly parted and this may be the most genuine she's ever seen him and it's...well. It's beautiful.
Where? It's a question that she almost asks for him to clarify but she picks it up pretty quick. Where. Well she doesn't want to create laundry for him or anything, and he's already aimed and primed and ready so there's no need to really maneuver around. She'd go for sealing her mouth around him (she has no gag reflex and it's always something she wanted to try.) but that's too much moving around and she's not up for that right now. Plus, she wants to really see his face. So she uses her free hand to tug his jersey up, tucking it underneath her arms so that he has the whole expanse of her breasts and stomach to splatter. She wants to say something. Feel like she should, since he's always so talkative...but she doesn't know what to say. The only thing she can think of is to shift a little closer and press her lips just underneath his earlobes and breathe.
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Date: 2011-11-16 06:26 am (UTC)Where? It's a question that she almost asks for him to clarify but she picks it up pretty quick. Where. Well she doesn't want to create laundry for him or anything, and he's already aimed and primed and ready so there's no need to really maneuver around. She'd go for sealing her mouth around him (she has no gag reflex and it's always something she wanted to try.) but that's too much moving around and she's not up for that right now. Plus, she wants to really see his face. So she uses her free hand to tug his jersey up, tucking it underneath her arms so that he has the whole expanse of her breasts and stomach to splatter. She wants to say something. Feel like she should, since he's always so talkative...but she doesn't know what to say. The only thing she can think of is to shift a little closer and press her lips just underneath his earlobes and breathe.
"Noah."