( Angela certainly isn't saying their time together would be short— if anything, she expects to help him until the urges he's suffering die down, likely the span of a few rounds if the usual moon's effects are anything comparable, but that he had been so near peaking with a mere touch, she doesn't imagine this first coupling would last terribly long. His hold on her has a comforting steadiness to it; no trembling muscles, no sweat-slick fingers digging into her skin, no dig of nails. She feels perfectly supported and expects, if she were to at all lose her balance or tip into a strange position, he'd have no issues keeping up.
She can practically hear those processors buzzing as he runs every moment through his system, overclocked in every sensation when he's already pushed to his limits. But as she sinks onto his cock, inch by inch, feeling every bump along her walls as she takes in one sensor after another and the pressure engulfs him, he's sighing his relief quite vocally and it seems to help take the edge off his desperation. His body takes her own warmth and reflects it back, comfortable beneath her and cock perfect as he stretches her open, and she's barely halfway down as her fingertips find his folds and stroke up, then press in to stroke along his walls. The twitch of his cock isn't one she was expecting, nor the heat of his release already spilling inside her with a suck of breath, and her grin is an exhilarated one as his body clenches at her fingers and her thumb works the sensitive nub of him, continuing to claim her seat until she's comfortably resting in the cradle of his pelvis.
The shape of her name on strained vocals is even sweeter and that soft little cry addicting, wiggling her hips to adjust him inside her and give him that little tease of friction once more. )
Am I? I didn't think you'd come so quickly for me. But— ( And another stir of her hips, fingertips pressing up inside him as she begins a slow pump, in and out. Work him through the post-orgasm pleasure. ) —you feel amazing.
( His hands frame her hips again and lift her effortlessly off of him, barely able to keep her fingers inside him as he fucks up into her to fill her once more, and this time it's her moan that slips out, surprised and sudden. It makes sense he has little to no refractory period, as humans do. Still, he's caught her off-guard and she feels his seed (if one could call it such) slicking inside her, easing the way of his cock and slowly working down the length of him, her core keeping her upright and her free hand reaching down to stroke the length of the other organ, left neglected. She's careful not to squeeze him, at least, but she's biting her lip and wondering just how this was going to work. She may have to get one of her toys out to fill him in place of her fingers; she'll get a crick in her back, keeping this up, but she wants to please every fiberoptic wire of him and see to him as thoroughly as she can. )
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She can practically hear those processors buzzing as he runs every moment through his system, overclocked in every sensation when he's already pushed to his limits. But as she sinks onto his cock, inch by inch, feeling every bump along her walls as she takes in one sensor after another and the pressure engulfs him, he's sighing his relief quite vocally and it seems to help take the edge off his desperation. His body takes her own warmth and reflects it back, comfortable beneath her and cock perfect as he stretches her open, and she's barely halfway down as her fingertips find his folds and stroke up, then press in to stroke along his walls. The twitch of his cock isn't one she was expecting, nor the heat of his release already spilling inside her with a suck of breath, and her grin is an exhilarated one as his body clenches at her fingers and her thumb works the sensitive nub of him, continuing to claim her seat until she's comfortably resting in the cradle of his pelvis.
The shape of her name on strained vocals is even sweeter and that soft little cry addicting, wiggling her hips to adjust him inside her and give him that little tease of friction once more. )
Am I? I didn't think you'd come so quickly for me. But— ( And another stir of her hips, fingertips pressing up inside him as she begins a slow pump, in and out. Work him through the post-orgasm pleasure. ) —you feel amazing.
( His hands frame her hips again and lift her effortlessly off of him, barely able to keep her fingers inside him as he fucks up into her to fill her once more, and this time it's her moan that slips out, surprised and sudden. It makes sense he has little to no refractory period, as humans do. Still, he's caught her off-guard and she feels his seed (if one could call it such) slicking inside her, easing the way of his cock and slowly working down the length of him, her core keeping her upright and her free hand reaching down to stroke the length of the other organ, left neglected. She's careful not to squeeze him, at least, but she's biting her lip and wondering just how this was going to work. She may have to get one of her toys out to fill him in place of her fingers; she'll get a crick in her back, keeping this up, but she wants to please every fiberoptic wire of him and see to him as thoroughly as she can. )