( marcus is heavy above her and inside of her and she can feel the way that julius's muscles shift with effort beneath her foot against his thighβthey move in tandem and she finds there's something very appealing about the way she winds tense with impatience and cannot, feasibly, hurry them together along the way she has on other occasions urged julius faster and harder and more urgent.
the pace is, by necessity, slower. it is an excellent form of torment, the steady build towards climax inexorable and she has finally ceased to push and fuss and banter, her brow furrowed in concentration instead and her nails leaving half-moons pressed into marcus's skin as she mouths against his shoulder and there flashes a not unfamiliar expression toward julius. the I like what you're doing look that says, also, but later I'm going to sit on your face at whatever pace I like. )
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the pace is, by necessity, slower. it is an excellent form of torment, the steady build towards climax inexorable and she has finally ceased to push and fuss and banter, her brow furrowed in concentration instead and her nails leaving half-moons pressed into marcus's skin as she mouths against his shoulder and there flashes a not unfamiliar expression toward julius. the I like what you're doing look that says, also, but later I'm going to sit on your face at whatever pace I like. )