"Y'like that?" he grinned, looking altogether too pleased with her response and with himself for a change. There were certain things that Sawyer trusted himself to perform relatively well on, and this just so happened to be one of them, the ability to feel another person's body, to gauge their response, to care in that moment only for them, and not think on his own welfare. Lily made it easier than most, the effort not one that he could see stopping after a night or two, or driven by a need for cash to otherwise sustain his lifestyle. No, caring for her came naturally, that undefinable sense of self that settled whenever he was in her company, that push to be a better man— but more importantly, a collected one.
He continued to hum, eyes falling shut as she tugged at his hair, enjoying that anchor as he slides another finger in to follow the first, curling inside her, slow and torturous, yet insistent all the same. Perhaps some part of him should have felt mildly embarrassed at the way he was rutting into the mattress, needing friction, but unwilling to direct any attention away from her. In the end, his own desperation fueled the level of insistence that he held with her, fingers moving at a faster pace, lips closing around her and sucking gently, waiting to find the right response.
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Date: 2012-02-16 02:33 am (UTC)He continued to hum, eyes falling shut as she tugged at his hair, enjoying that anchor as he slides another finger in to follow the first, curling inside her, slow and torturous, yet insistent all the same. Perhaps some part of him should have felt mildly embarrassed at the way he was rutting into the mattress, needing friction, but unwilling to direct any attention away from her. In the end, his own desperation fueled the level of insistence that he held with her, fingers moving at a faster pace, lips closing around her and sucking gently, waiting to find the right response.