[She nods jerkily, a distracted answer to his subtle inquiry. Yes, she's fine with him spilling in her, she'd never have let him slip his cock into her in the first place if she wasn't, it isn't a problem any longer. And honestly? She rather likes the thought of him coming in her, in the same way she'd like it when he'd gotten come all over her tongue.
(What would happen, she wonders distractedly, if he got her pregnant? Forget that it isn't an issue any longer; what on earth would his DNA do to her? But ah, that's a question for another time, when she wants to terrorize him a little when she's back in Olympia).
She ought to punish him for those little liberties he's taking, lifting her up a little as she fucks herself on him and snapping his hips up time and again, but she can't be bothered. It seems an incredibly painful thing to stop right now, when she's finally twisted her hips so he'd hitting her just there, over and over. Each buck of his hips only adds to it, makes it hard enough that she's moaning again, short gasps and whimpers slipping past her lips again and again, her head tipped back and her throat bared.
It's only when she thinks she can't stand it anymore that she slips a hand down: not to come just yet, but to take some of the edge off. She delights in the thought of edging Bigby, but god forbid she's denied her pleasure for even a moment.
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(What would happen, she wonders distractedly, if he got her pregnant? Forget that it isn't an issue any longer; what on earth would his DNA do to her? But ah, that's a question for another time, when she wants to terrorize him a little when she's back in Olympia).
She ought to punish him for those little liberties he's taking, lifting her up a little as she fucks herself on him and snapping his hips up time and again, but she can't be bothered. It seems an incredibly painful thing to stop right now, when she's finally twisted her hips so he'd hitting her just there, over and over. Each buck of his hips only adds to it, makes it hard enough that she's moaning again, short gasps and whimpers slipping past her lips again and again, her head tipped back and her throat bared.
It's only when she thinks she can't stand it anymore that she slips a hand down: not to come just yet, but to take some of the edge off. She delights in the thought of edging Bigby, but god forbid she's denied her pleasure for even a moment.