[ It seems that any of the choices would be enough, but she does like how the progression of them also escalated his reactions, reactions that, if she were honest, are something she enjoys seeing and hearing from him. The shift of his hips beneath hers isn't unwelcome, either, and it causes a shudder to ripple through her body, her lips to part with a breath. She also rather enjoys feeling the signs of his pleasure against the concavity of her hips.
His hands beneath her shorts, feeling the curve of her thighs and buttocks, pulling her against him, easily elicits a response from her in more ways than one. First, it's easy to press herself to him in return, using gravity and the guidance of his hands, keeping the contact constant but allowing the pressure to ebb and flow between one grind and another. It's for him as it is as much for herself, stirring herself up further. Second, she allows her shorts to begin to vanish against her skin, leaving her lower half covered with just the bare minimum and him less cloth to work against, should he choose to explore how ready, how damp she's become against his shorts. Third...
She's going to make an executive decision for the both of them because ever since his eyes started to glow, she's been wanting him as quickly and impatiently as fire, burning without the threat of dying out. Her body is warm-- hot-- and it's always him who ignites it.
Pyra leans over him, a hand still at the middle of his chest and the other pressed to the picnic blanket beside his head, fingers curling into the woven strands as her breath flutters against his lips. ] Then... all at once.
[ And she means this literally, as she'll be taking his lips and tongue, feeling his chest, and pressing her hips against him for a long, slow grind. ]
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His hands beneath her shorts, feeling the curve of her thighs and buttocks, pulling her against him, easily elicits a response from her in more ways than one. First, it's easy to press herself to him in return, using gravity and the guidance of his hands, keeping the contact constant but allowing the pressure to ebb and flow between one grind and another. It's for him as it is as much for herself, stirring herself up further. Second, she allows her shorts to begin to vanish against her skin, leaving her lower half covered with just the bare minimum and him less cloth to work against, should he choose to explore how ready, how damp she's become against his shorts. Third...
She's going to make an executive decision for the both of them because ever since his eyes started to glow, she's been wanting him as quickly and impatiently as fire, burning without the threat of dying out. Her body is warm-- hot-- and it's always him who ignites it.
Pyra leans over him, a hand still at the middle of his chest and the other pressed to the picnic blanket beside his head, fingers curling into the woven strands as her breath flutters against his lips. ] Then... all at once.
[ And she means this literally, as she'll be taking his lips and tongue, feeling his chest, and pressing her hips against him for a long, slow grind. ]