[ She's smiling more...was it because he said the right thing? Because...well, there really wasn't any other answer he could give. She really did feel this amazing to him. Sex feels amazing; it couldn't just be about being his first time, or that his body's a touch more sensitive due to having never indulged or experienced this before. It takes two to tango, right? So Weiss cutely biting her lip to keep herself from grinning silly at his more explicit praise wasn't lost on him. Shit, he shouldn't even be thinking of a next time. He's going to get out of here, what little rationale that wasn't laden with lust in the back of his mind says. She was gonna get to go home too.
Oh how naive, Ragna... You can't stop it, can you? You can't stop thinking whether there's gonna be a "next time". It's going to keep you awake at night, wondering what you'll have to do to make Weiss nip her lip again. Just like this while learning how good you're making her feel too. You've already lost. And it's never felt so fucking good.
Especially when it gets accentuated with that "ill timed" slide lower, the head of his cock nudging her core, but gripping so tight that she earns another low rolling moan from Mr. Crimson Calamity here. Hissing through gritted teeth because he's not so sure what the hell he's supposed to do with all these sensations assailing him at once, sparks igniting more in the kiln of his loins as Ragna's hips give a little more of an insistent roll. Not too hard, Ragna. Gentle now. Don't break her, Ragna. Don't let the adorable whine that slips from her pretty lips urge you into pressing up a little more firmly on her core. Patience.
Patience.
He's losing his goddamn patience and it's not her fault. ]
Like I'd want them anywhere else... [ But that's okay, Weiss. He's rough around the edges, but he's a surprisingly good listener. Don't make her think...which in his head reads as make her lose her mind as much as she was doing for him. Especially when she starts to lift her hips up some...then back down. There's more distance to cover now as his cock drags her pussy and sends little jolts of pleasure down the whole length and melts his loins. It's so hot and wet, tighter yet. Hands on her, Ragna. Just don't break the rhythm now, hand slipping between them to grab a handful of one of her softly bouncing breasts, the feeling of her smaller hand atop his only adding to the intimacy of the moment. ] Like this...?
[ No thinking. He just likes the sound of her voice dripping into his ear, coating the inside like addictive honey. ]
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Oh how naive, Ragna... You can't stop it, can you? You can't stop thinking whether there's gonna be a "next time". It's going to keep you awake at night, wondering what you'll have to do to make Weiss nip her lip again. Just like this while learning how good you're making her feel too. You've already lost. And it's never felt so fucking good.
Especially when it gets accentuated with that "ill timed" slide lower, the head of his cock nudging her core, but gripping so tight that she earns another low rolling moan from Mr. Crimson Calamity here. Hissing through gritted teeth because he's not so sure what the hell he's supposed to do with all these sensations assailing him at once, sparks igniting more in the kiln of his loins as Ragna's hips give a little more of an insistent roll. Not too hard, Ragna. Gentle now. Don't break her, Ragna. Don't let the adorable whine that slips from her pretty lips urge you into pressing up a little more firmly on her core. Patience.
Patience.
He's losing his goddamn patience and it's not her fault. ]
Like I'd want them anywhere else... [ But that's okay, Weiss. He's rough around the edges, but he's a surprisingly good listener. Don't make her think...which in his head reads as make her lose her mind as much as she was doing for him. Especially when she starts to lift her hips up some...then back down. There's more distance to cover now as his cock drags her pussy and sends little jolts of pleasure down the whole length and melts his loins. It's so hot and wet, tighter yet. Hands on her, Ragna. Just don't break the rhythm now, hand slipping between them to grab a handful of one of her softly bouncing breasts, the feeling of her smaller hand atop his only adding to the intimacy of the moment. ] Like this...?
[ No thinking. He just likes the sound of her voice dripping into his ear, coating the inside like addictive honey. ]