She takes his hands, directing them up and underneath the jersey. She's nowhere near as well endowed as Quinn or Santana or his MILFs and she knows that. She would be insecure about it too, if she could think of anything besides the ache between her thighs, the way it throbs and mirrors the ache in her breasts and hell, they may be tiny but she needs him to touch them anyway. She cups her hands around his, showing him what she wants and when she bounces, she drags the pebbled tips of her nipples against his calloused palm and tightens around him, involuntarily, sobbing his name.
But she finds a rhythm with her hips that they both enjoy then, and his hands abandon her chest, grabbing her hips to direct her. "More." She agrees, slipping her own hands beneath the jersey to palm her breasts, whining and fluttering around him with each stroke, lightening shooting against her spine from her breasts and between her thighs, meeting to pool and coil in her belly. "More, Noah, please, please..." And technically, she's in control but he's pulling her just right so she figures she should defer to him on this one.
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Date: 2011-11-25 06:30 am (UTC)But she finds a rhythm with her hips that they both enjoy then, and his hands abandon her chest, grabbing her hips to direct her. "More." She agrees, slipping her own hands beneath the jersey to palm her breasts, whining and fluttering around him with each stroke, lightening shooting against her spine from her breasts and between her thighs, meeting to pool and coil in her belly. "More, Noah, please, please..." And technically, she's in control but he's pulling her just right so she figures she should defer to him on this one.