[ He can imagine what might be going through her mind, what might be bubbling in her thoughts - if he had pressed more than just one finger into her, if he had spread her and stretched her more, if he was pressing his cock instead. Erik could fuck her, could take her, showing her just how good it feels to be with a man for the first time. The idea of sharing that is heady, and he feels a little frustrated that he hasn't done it... But he is, even with the blood on his hands and murder in his mind, a decent enough man.
(His mother wouldn't have had anything else).
Watching her take her pleasure as he pulls back from the kiss is good, seeing her hips grind and use his hand for herself, like he's a toy for her enjoyment. When she moans, falling apart for him, he leans in to press his face into the warm skin of her neck, squeezing her close, breathing out softly as he keeps up the motion of his fingers. It wouldn't do to have her come and lose all pleasure because he was too quick to tug his hand away.
Only when he thinks she is done, calmed breathing and soft gaze back on his, does he move his hand, deliberately wiping it on her outfit. ]
Good girl. [ She seemed to like the praise before. ] You looked beautiful.
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(His mother wouldn't have had anything else).
Watching her take her pleasure as he pulls back from the kiss is good, seeing her hips grind and use his hand for herself, like he's a toy for her enjoyment. When she moans, falling apart for him, he leans in to press his face into the warm skin of her neck, squeezing her close, breathing out softly as he keeps up the motion of his fingers. It wouldn't do to have her come and lose all pleasure because he was too quick to tug his hand away.
Only when he thinks she is done, calmed breathing and soft gaze back on his, does he move his hand, deliberately wiping it on her outfit. ]
Good girl. [ She seemed to like the praise before. ] You looked beautiful.