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[kisses the inside of her palm and smiles at her, his hand stroking her belly before moving up to cup her breast and roll his thumb over her nipple]

Oh, that's—

[ she tilts her head back, arching a little toward him. ]

[mouths his way along her neck to her ear, nipping at her earlobe, while his hand dances along her chest to her other breast, teasing at her nipple]

Just relax.

[ she makes little pleased gasps, and then sighs— ]

How'm I supposed to do that when you set me aflame, huh.

[chuckles, his fingertips just lightly moving down her abs to her waist]

Try very hard.

[ her breath hitches; all those tiny little touches, and she's all wound up from how hot getting him off was...]

Well, ah... if that's a command.

[ her hands curl into the sheets, though. ]

[his hand moves down to her thighs, running his fingers along each one and then dragging his fingers in and up to brush over her labia, light and teasing]

At ease, soldier.

Mmm... that's—nice.

[ she shifts her legs a little wider apart—inviting. ]

[his mouth latches onto her neck, sucking and biting and working on giving her a nice visible hickey while his fingers drag up and down, up and down... until finally settling on her clit, stroking in leisurely circles]

Nnh—hh, Raven, please...

[ biting... is good...

her chest rises and falls heavily; she squirms under his touch. ]

[he doesn't stop, his fingers working her steadily, neither speeding up nor slowing down--just gently circling her clit]

Please what?

...I think it's, ah... my turn to—to tell you to do whatever you like to me....

What makes you think I'm not?

...I guess that's—very true.

Keep... doing all of that, though, because—I think I'll be a little disappointed, ah... if I'm not covered in bruises later, you know...

[nips at her jawline]

Then, spread your legs a little wider for me.

[his fingers don't stop, keeping up that steady but too-light pace]

[ she nudges her legs further apart. ]

Like, ah—like that...?

Like that. Good.

[purring right by her ear]

Now move your hips. Show me what you want.

[he lifts his fingers up until they're barely a hair's breadth away from touching her clit]

[ her eyelashes flutter a little, jaw just a little slack, and then she does—raising her hips to brush his fingers between her legs, to her entrance. ]

[letting the tips of his fingers touch, teasing at her entrance while he tugs on her earlobe with his teeth]

You want my fingers here?

Th... there, and—inside. I want to—to feel you, I can barely stand it like this...

Be patient.

[he strokes his fingers outside, just getting them wet, before he glides a finger inside, followed by another, and presses in deep]

[ she makes a ragged gasp, arching, and her hands curl harder into the sheets. ]

I guess we—really are... having that vacation day...

[laughs, low and warm by her ear as he thrusts his fingers back and forth]

So we are. The first of many, I expect.

Ye gods, I, ah—I really hope—

[ she’s panting in earnest, now, and her hips buck against his fingers. ]

[he withdraws his fingers for just a moment, rubbing quick firm circles around her clit, and then diving back in]

You look so beautiful like this.

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