( the fantasy gives way, inevitably, to desires more tangible in this precise moment, though sara hardly notices as one fades into the other. all she can focus on is the feeling of the toy vibrating against her clit, the feeling of it buried deep inside of her, fingers curled, white-knuckled, around the edge of the headboard, unable to contain the moan that escapes her lips any longer.
she can hear how she's affected him already, can practically feel it, with the gravelly tone of his voice, the way he just — tells her what he wants her to do. her own sheer force of will prevents her from giving up her own control to just anyone, but with leonard ... it's easy to cede to him; she views him as her equal in all regards.
move your hips for me, he says. show me how you like it. sara can't do anything but oblige with requests like that, especially when she so desperately wishes it were him between her thighs. there's no use in playing coy anymore; her hand lets go of the headboard and she tugs the sheet hastily over her knees, thighs parting further. he's earned it.
free hand curling into the sheet beneath her in some weak attempt at maintaining a sense of stability, sara's hips move obediently, rocking against the vibrator, letting herself give into it and make noise freely, sing like the pretty bird he's convinced that she is. need knots below her belly button, hot and smoldering, begs for release. ) Len, ( sara gasps, hips arcing against the vibrator she holds onto like a vice. ) Leonard — I'm so — I need more —
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she can hear how she's affected him already, can practically feel it, with the gravelly tone of his voice, the way he just — tells her what he wants her to do. her own sheer force of will prevents her from giving up her own control to just anyone, but with leonard ... it's easy to cede to him; she views him as her equal in all regards.
move your hips for me, he says. show me how you like it. sara can't do anything but oblige with requests like that, especially when she so desperately wishes it were him between her thighs. there's no use in playing coy anymore; her hand lets go of the headboard and she tugs the sheet hastily over her knees, thighs parting further. he's earned it.
free hand curling into the sheet beneath her in some weak attempt at maintaining a sense of stability, sara's hips move obediently, rocking against the vibrator, letting herself give into it and make noise freely, sing like the pretty bird he's convinced that she is. need knots below her belly button, hot and smoldering, begs for release. ) Len, ( sara gasps, hips arcing against the vibrator she holds onto like a vice. ) Leonard — I'm so — I need more —