[it'd probably please him to know end were he to know how intimidating he was from where she lay, sat up like that, erect in more ways than one. Lucina isn't a fan of feeling so vulnerable, and this is about as vulnerable as she's ever been. yet coupling that anxiety with her arousal in this state makes for an interesting mix: part of her wants to hide from that lusty stare of his, while the other really just wishes he'd bring himself back down upon her.
..oh, yeah. and there's part of her that's a bit unnerved by her very first dick, live and in color. there's a lot of things going on, isn't there?
she makes a soft, affirmative sound as she chews on her lip a little harder. he'd stopped before, back when his touch had strayed farther than she was ready for, so she can trust him still. even when she isn't...really sure where he's going? why is he--
oh.
o-oh.]
What-- Oh...!
[now scooted closer to the edge, her legs dangle off the sides, and Lucina sits propped up partly on her elbows, about to question what's next, the jolt of fresh arousal has her suck in her breath sharply and hold it as he makes those first, introductory presses.
she's already wet for him to a degree: that work had started while her mind had wandered in the shower, absently pining to be held as she'd been the night before their fight in Jeopardy. this fresh coaxing makes her quiver, sending goosebumps down her legs; the muscles that he rubs at tense and strain in the intervals of trying to chase the sensation he's stirring up.
without thinking, Lucina's hips lift at his whims when he decides to slide her pants off, and she sinks back, one of her hands going to her face, her fingers getting snarled in some of her hair as she flushes anew.]
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..oh, yeah. and there's part of her that's a bit unnerved by her very first dick, live and in color. there's a lot of things going on, isn't there?
she makes a soft, affirmative sound as she chews on her lip a little harder. he'd stopped before, back when his touch had strayed farther than she was ready for, so she can trust him still. even when she isn't...really sure where he's going? why is he--
oh.
o-oh.]
What-- Oh...!
[now scooted closer to the edge, her legs dangle off the sides, and Lucina sits propped up partly on her elbows, about to question what's next, the jolt of fresh arousal has her suck in her breath sharply and hold it as he makes those first, introductory presses.
she's already wet for him to a degree: that work had started while her mind had wandered in the shower, absently pining to be held as she'd been the night before their fight in Jeopardy. this fresh coaxing makes her quiver, sending goosebumps down her legs; the muscles that he rubs at tense and strain in the intervals of trying to chase the sensation he's stirring up.
without thinking, Lucina's hips lift at his whims when he decides to slide her pants off, and she sinks back, one of her hands going to her face, her fingers getting snarled in some of her hair as she flushes anew.]