[Kainé's hand remains in Schneider's hair as she slides down, her grip flexing and tightening in response to each different touch and kiss. The strokes of her hand elicit a sharp intake of breath, the rise of her hips. This touch is obviously one she more than approves of. It's slower than the way she usually handles herself, less frantic and harsh. Kainé's body might not have been fully ready at the start, but it is now.
When her mouth envelops her, Kainé has to look away. She closes her eyes, and that's almost enough to steady herself and separate her thoughts from her body.]
Ffff-- [She hisses and bites down, her head craning to the side.] Ah...
[It's impossible not to feel a little weird. It's never been like this, so amazingly hot, so deliberate. She hasn't ever wanted it like this. And she knows it has everything to do with the person with her now, who somehow, despite all the building hatred in them both, has made room for a completely different feeling that she doesn't want to name.] How are you like this?
[Skilled, attractive, sure, but even more than that... how can she make her feel like this, all the time?]
[Schneider runs her palms over Kaine's thighs, gentle and to steady her as she took Kaine in deeper and the pulls back]
Like this...? [Schneider smiles wider and sucks at the head, taking her time.]
Mmm...I just am.
[She's special, she'd be the first to say blithely. Unlucky. But mostly, she knows how she wants the people she likes to feel. And she likes Kaine. So it all logically lined up she knew what to do, no? Let the moment guide her]
[If only she'd open her eyes and allowed herself to look and watch, she might have known what to expect, see what Schneider had planned for her. But Kainé is still keeping her gaze hidden, so it's no wonder she's caught off guard by being drawn in like that, being given such thorough attention. She's already fraying at the seams.]
Yeah... [She breathes.] You are. [It's more than just that, of course: Yeah, it feels good. Yeah, she's doing a good job. It's almost too good, almost impossible to stand.
The hands on her thighs do their job of steadying her, but they also keep Kainé from losing control. It's just enough pressure to keep her from succumbing to the impulse to buck her hips forward or to tighten her hand in soft locks of hair and drag Schneider down harder. The gentler parts that live inside her still dwell alongside force and roughness. Kainé groans, fingers tightening, then moves to bite down on the thumb of her free hand, stifling any further noise.]
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When her mouth envelops her, Kainé has to look away. She closes her eyes, and that's almost enough to steady herself and separate her thoughts from her body.]
Ffff-- [She hisses and bites down, her head craning to the side.] Ah...
[It's impossible not to feel a little weird. It's never been like this, so amazingly hot, so deliberate. She hasn't ever wanted it like this. And she knows it has everything to do with the person with her now, who somehow, despite all the building hatred in them both, has made room for a completely different feeling that she doesn't want to name.] How are you like this?
[Skilled, attractive, sure, but even more than that... how can she make her feel like this, all the time?]
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Like this...? [Schneider smiles wider and sucks at the head, taking her time.]
Mmm...I just am.
[She's special, she'd be the first to say blithely. Unlucky. But mostly, she knows how she wants the people she likes to feel. And she likes Kaine. So it all logically lined up she knew what to do, no? Let the moment guide her]
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Yeah... [She breathes.] You are. [It's more than just that, of course: Yeah, it feels good. Yeah, she's doing a good job. It's almost too good, almost impossible to stand.
The hands on her thighs do their job of steadying her, but they also keep Kainé from losing control. It's just enough pressure to keep her from succumbing to the impulse to buck her hips forward or to tighten her hand in soft locks of hair and drag Schneider down harder. The gentler parts that live inside her still dwell alongside force and roughness. Kainé groans, fingers tightening, then moves to bite down on the thumb of her free hand, stifling any further noise.]