[She gasps in indignation as he spits into her, furious at him for the sheer crudeness of the act-- but before she can snap at him, he's forcing his fingers into her, stretching her open and filling her in the precise way she's been craving, and then all thoughts go out the window. Rosalind moans, the noise loud and ragged, her head dropping back as she rolls her hips up again and again.
For the first time, she can't answer. Not even once the initial shocks have faded; the moment he curls his fingers she's lost. Her expression has melted, going from indignant and furious to something far more pliant. That won't last, not past this round, but for just this moment, Rosalind slumps back, focusing on nothing more save the way he's working her.
It still hurts, but in a far more manageable way. It means she isn't writhing and screaming against him at every movement; instead she gasps, her hips jerking up as he curls his fingers just so, heat flooding through her in tight bursts again and again. Her legs shake involuntarily, and there's a special yelp of pleasure and pain for when he sets his teeth to her thigh. It won't be long, not if he keeps this up.]
B-Bigby--
[Oh, god, she sounds inane, she sounds utterly lost, but that's all she can manage right now. Just his name moaned out raggedly, her eyes fluttering as she feels herself build up a second time. But no, she won't-- she refuses to let that be the end of this, she won't let him simply take over because he's shoved his fingers in her, he'll be insufferable--
Still planning on slapping me, he'd asked, and Rosalind nods jerkily, finally answering him. At least it won't be because she's upset with him, but he'd certainly seemed to enjoy it last time, hadn't he? But oh, god, and she drops back again, panting open-mouthed as she darts a hand between her leg and drags her own fingers over her clit.]
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For the first time, she can't answer. Not even once the initial shocks have faded; the moment he curls his fingers she's lost. Her expression has melted, going from indignant and furious to something far more pliant. That won't last, not past this round, but for just this moment, Rosalind slumps back, focusing on nothing more save the way he's working her.
It still hurts, but in a far more manageable way. It means she isn't writhing and screaming against him at every movement; instead she gasps, her hips jerking up as he curls his fingers just so, heat flooding through her in tight bursts again and again. Her legs shake involuntarily, and there's a special yelp of pleasure and pain for when he sets his teeth to her thigh. It won't be long, not if he keeps this up.]
B-Bigby--
[Oh, god, she sounds inane, she sounds utterly lost, but that's all she can manage right now. Just his name moaned out raggedly, her eyes fluttering as she feels herself build up a second time. But no, she won't-- she refuses to let that be the end of this, she won't let him simply take over because he's shoved his fingers in her, he'll be insufferable--
Still planning on slapping me, he'd asked, and Rosalind nods jerkily, finally answering him. At least it won't be because she's upset with him, but he'd certainly seemed to enjoy it last time, hadn't he? But oh, god, and she drops back again, panting open-mouthed as she darts a hand between her leg and drags her own fingers over her clit.]