[ her abdomen tightens as she presses back against him, and emma begins to rock her hips back to meet his. her vision swims, she digs her nails into his thigh as she pulls him up against her, and she moves in an altogether slower, more intimate fashion. she allows that much, bringing him inside of her over and over while her torso undulates to work her body against him.
her lips part, and even repeated conscious effort won't keep it closed, so she turns her head to kiss the back curve of his hook, then drags her tongue along it. he can't feel it - she knows that. but it's not entirely for him, and the sight should spur him on all the same. ]
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her lips part, and even repeated conscious effort won't keep it closed, so she turns her head to kiss the back curve of his hook, then drags her tongue along it. he can't feel it - she knows that. but it's not entirely for him, and the sight should spur him on all the same. ]