I mean, eventually I'll want more than just your fingers.
[She laughs, though, before she pulls him into a kiss, while also trying to stroke him faster... and obliging with squeezing him here and there.
But then, he manages to stroke just the right spot inside of her, causing her body to jolt and shudder because god it's like she saw stars for a moment... and she moans into that kiss.]
[What she's doing feels quite nice, and she conjures a sound of appreciation from him... but when she jumps and moans from his touch, that really sparks him. He hums against their kiss and then breaks it, backtracking where his fingers had been to prod such a reaction from her while peering into her eyes expectantly.]
Did I hit a good spot...?
[While he explores with his fingers, he rocks his thumb to her clit, too.]
[Her breathing picks up, happy noises and pleased moans escaping again as she grinds down against his hand.]
Yes!! That felt—extra amazing...
[But she's still stroking him, rougher than before because she can really feel her need and pleasure ramping up now that he's found that spot in combination with her clit, but... she alternates between stroking and giving extra attention to the tip, though... sometimes her squeezes may be a little harder now, a little less controlled.]
[Her exuberance, especially as she grinds against his hand, electrifies him, making the sensation of hers sliding over his shaft even more exciting. At one point especially when she yanks at his head, he exclaims,] Oh! [in pleasure and in surprise at her roughness, which was almost too much especially while she's stroking him dry. But he doesn't want to ruin their synergy, the chemistry between them and their amping pleasure, so he bears the anticipation of too much and bears his hand harder into her need.
After a few more moments, he asks,] As good as this feels... would you like to grind into something else now?
[Her stroking slows once she hears Ferdinand's words, curiosity peaking for a moment over everything else. And she trusts Ferdinand, so whatever is on his mind? A total safe victory, because she can only think of a couple of different things anyway that he'd be talking about.]
I think that'd be great... because I know there are ways to feel even better.
[Ferdinand smiles at her, removes his hand from her crotch, rolls over atop her, and then aligns their hips, his hard-on pressed up against her folds. He balances his weight on his forearms and legs so as not to crush into her and ruts, gently, keen on her reception to the change.]
[Her open and blatant display of pleasure to how his cock feels fills him with a heady sense of satisfaction, and he heeds the overwhelming desire to give her more of what she liked. He sighs with a pleasure sourced body and soul and rocks against her softer sex with just a bit more verve, the slickness coating the base of his shaft tempting him to dive in. He kisses the top of her head and then balances his forehead on her crown.]
[She begs, because where he is now feels so close and yet so far, but it's clear she's ready for it with how slick she is, and how it coats him. Any movement against her draws out more sounds, another moan, because of how good it feels.]
[Her raw want for him just about sends him to the point where he couldn't resist pressing his way inside of her if he even wanted to. He draws his hips back, and when he pushes them forth this time aims lower for her opening. Ferdinand's heart, mushy as it is for Ruby, compels him to lean in for a kiss as he bucks gently in his blind grope for entry, and after a few stabs he penetrates, a muffles moan emptying from him as she embraces his cockhead in the most irresistible warmth.
He lets himself enjoy it for a few seconds before he breaks the kiss to check on her.]
Do you need a moment before I move?
[Not that she's never had a man inside her like this before, and not that one of those men wasn't Hubert von Vestra, who rendered her limping the first time... But he still cares too much about her comfort and pleasure to neglect it.]
[No, because he's not the biggest she's taken, not that she verbalizes that. She knows he knows, and it feels kind of rude to say that anyway?? She always needed more preparation before taking Hubert, but Ferdinand fits in a way that just feels good... even as her inner walls grip at him tightly and the friction caused by him entering her leaves her head spinning from how good it feels to have him inside of her.]
N... no, you're—you're perfect...
[She breathes out, before pulling him back into another kiss.]
[The word practically makes him shine, and if he had a tail, it would be wagging. That is the sort of pleasure that overtakes him, and in his expedition for more of the other kind he is experiencing, he steadily fills her with more of his Goldilocks dick, her inimitable hold on him causing an errant breath to evacuate his lungs, and he falls into the kiss, meeting her lips with his own a few times with soft passion before breaking to meet her gaze.]
And you are exceptional around me. I mean it; you feel so good...
[Just the feeling of him filling her is enough to elicit moans, however muffled they may be by their kiss... but perhaps that's just the power of a ~Goldilocks dick~ like his. Either way, she blushes when he says that she feels good around him, and there's just a sparkle in her eyes that lights up.]
I'd hope so. It just... feels... amazing. Everything. Without even having to try.
[His smile widens at her, his eyes practically reflecting the twinkle that shines in hers. Then, he pumps his cock in her, full, deep, and faster each time, the sensation that squeezes him so delightful that he gasps out a moan before quipping his line.]
Maybe—[She gasps, a moan following because of the sweet, sweet friction that keeps building from his thrusts.]—maybe you should try then. Show me what that feels like—
[But she's already moving her hips to meet his all the same, thrusting up as he thrusts in.]
[The more fervent kindling of their sexes almost makes Ferdinand dizzy with pleasure, and he laughs at her reply, touching their noses together in a quick expression of affection before rising again with his intent to deliver, another lock or two of his hair spilling over the side of his head as their bodies rock together.]
I will try even harder for you, Ruby!
[His thrusts escalate rapidly into pelvic piledrives, quick, deep, and rigorous, his zeal for this clearly conveyed.]
[It's dizzying, simultaneously making her pant and making her absolutely breathless and causing her to see stars because he keeps brushing against that spot inside of her. Every quick, deep thrust causes her to cry out and her muscles to clench around him—but she knows she can't hold on much longer.
She knows enough about herself to know when she's going to get tipped over the edge... but verbalizing it is difficult.
So she just doesn't, clinging to Ferdinand for dear life and feverishly moving her body in time with his as everything just keeps building.]
Ferdinand—! Oh my god, you're—
[Any number of words, but that requires brainpower to actually think of one to use.]
...trying so hard that he achieves dick slip. And kind of just. Keeps going between her cheeks a couple rounds before he realizes it doesn't feel right, and that he's kind of fucking the mattress now and hotdogging a little.]
Oh! [Blushing, both from the nature of doing all of this to begin with and now from embarrassment, he scrambles to grab her hips and try to rectify his sexual gaffe.] I am so sorry...
[Don't laugh at him!! ...Okay, but he can't exactly blame her. He can see the comedy of his error. His lips draw up into an abashed grin as he tries to recollect his dignity, finding it in him to laugh at himself. Nothing that can't be amended! Their sex is far from ruined, after all.]
I will just have to make it up to you. [With her help, he pops back into her heavenly heat and he huffs with pleasure and relief.] Ohh, that feels so much better. Thank you.
[With a little more control this time, he resumes thrusting, punching in halfway down his shaft to start with careful rigor as he watches intent for Ruby's response to his movement. Once he's warmed her back up, or so he feels, he gives her more, eager to work her back up to panting and clenching like she had been until his unfun little boner.]
I am going to stay nice and hard for you until you are fully satisfied.
[It's relieving to feel him back in her, even despite the giggles that still keep happening... but those giggles are punctuated by pleased noises as his trusts start again. With how worked up she is, she just felt empty for those few short moments without him there, but at least it was an easy enough fix.]
Are you sure you can do that? [She still can't help the giggling that keeps escaping.] I know it can be kinda hard—
[Oh, wait, no, she made herself laugh so even though she can't help the moans from the friction, she's definitely just. Laughing like a hyena despite it all.]
[Maybe it's just because she's laughing so much, but Ferdinand can't help but chuckle at her play on his words, and the fact that he is getting to her so much that she can't even do that without moaning. In fact, it's charming, and a little bit of a turn-on...]
Not even kind of hard. [He breaks up the rhythm with a deep, deep thrust, then returns how he was fucking her just before.] It is exceptionally hard... especially when it feels this good. Goodness, Ruby! You make it sound as though I am tickling you!
[The deep, deep thrust breaks up the laughter, a needy cry escaping.] Maybe—maybe you are—
[The panting is back along with the feverish need to meet him. She's gasping for breath between the laughter and the pleasure, everything starting to come together in a fever pitch even though she just can't stop laughing.]
[She's just so precious this way beneath him, heaving with laughter and beating with pleasure, that he scoops her into his arms as he pounds, humming with a bit more controlled laughter as he kisses the side of her head and then whispers into her ear playfully.]
Then I am going to tickle you to death!
[And just like that, he changes up his rhythm to keep her on edge, some quick and shallow, some hard and plunging, and some variations in between. Indeed, the more he drove into her, the longer he made her giggle and moan, the more he could see his end coming to seize him.]
Ahh, but when the time comes for me, do you want me to pull out? Or...?
[Oh. Oh, she loves being held and how teasingly nice he can be, even if his thrusts throw her off balance a little... but not in a bad way. No, she seems pretty happy. Even as the giggles start to slowly die off, the moans don't.]
No, you—you can stay, I want you to stay—
[Not that he would get much of an opportunity to have a chance at pulling out, because she squeezes him. Both her grip on him and her inner walls tighten and clench as she finally cries out and comes, the force of it hitting her like a tidal wave.]
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[She laughs, though, before she pulls him into a kiss, while also trying to stroke him faster... and obliging with squeezing him here and there.
But then, he manages to stroke just the right spot inside of her, causing her body to jolt and shudder because god it's like she saw stars for a moment... and she moans into that kiss.]
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Did I hit a good spot...?
[While he explores with his fingers, he rocks his thumb to her clit, too.]
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Yes!! That felt—extra amazing...
[But she's still stroking him, rougher than before because she can really feel her need and pleasure ramping up now that he's found that spot in combination with her clit, but... she alternates between stroking and giving extra attention to the tip, though... sometimes her squeezes may be a little harder now, a little less controlled.]
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After a few more moments, he asks,] As good as this feels... would you like to grind into something else now?
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I think that'd be great... because I know there are ways to feel even better.
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How is that?
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Much better—
[Because even if it's gentle, it's still so much more, and more electrifying than it had been before with just their hands, too.]
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Ruby... Are you ready to take me in?
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[She begs, because where he is now feels so close and yet so far, but it's clear she's ready for it with how slick she is, and how it coats him. Any movement against her draws out more sounds, another moan, because of how good it feels.]
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He lets himself enjoy it for a few seconds before he breaks the kiss to check on her.]
Do you need a moment before I move?
[Not that she's never had a man inside her like this before, and not that one of those men wasn't Hubert von Vestra, who rendered her limping the first time... But he still cares too much about her comfort and pleasure to neglect it.]
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N... no, you're—you're perfect...
[She breathes out, before pulling him back into another kiss.]
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[The word practically makes him shine, and if he had a tail, it would be wagging. That is the sort of pleasure that overtakes him, and in his expedition for more of the other kind he is experiencing, he steadily fills her with more of his Goldilocks dick, her inimitable hold on him causing an errant breath to evacuate his lungs, and he falls into the kiss, meeting her lips with his own a few times with soft passion before breaking to meet her gaze.]
And you are exceptional around me. I mean it; you feel so good...
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I'd hope so. It just... feels... amazing. Everything. Without even having to try.
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Then how will it feel when I am trying, I wonder?
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[But she's already moving her hips to meet his all the same, thrusting up as he thrusts in.]
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I will try even harder for you, Ruby!
[His thrusts escalate rapidly into pelvic piledrives, quick, deep, and rigorous, his zeal for this clearly conveyed.]
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She knows enough about herself to know when she's going to get tipped over the edge... but verbalizing it is difficult.
So she just doesn't, clinging to Ferdinand for dear life and feverishly moving her body in time with his as everything just keeps building.]
Ferdinand—! Oh my god, you're—
[Any number of words, but that requires brainpower to actually think of one to use.]
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[He's——!!
...trying so hard that he achieves dick slip. And kind of just. Keeps going between her cheeks a couple rounds before he realizes it doesn't feel right, and that he's kind of fucking the mattress now and hotdogging a little.]
Oh! [Blushing, both from the nature of doing all of this to begin with and now from embarrassment, he scrambles to grab her hips and try to rectify his sexual gaffe.] I am so sorry...
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And then she just laughs...
But she is going to reach between them and take his cock into her hand to help direct it back to her opening. She can at least do that for him]
Don't apologize! You're fine!
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I will just have to make it up to you. [With her help, he pops back into her heavenly heat and he huffs with pleasure and relief.] Ohh, that feels so much better. Thank you.
[With a little more control this time, he resumes thrusting, punching in halfway down his shaft to start with careful rigor as he watches intent for Ruby's response to his movement. Once he's warmed her back up, or so he feels, he gives her more, eager to work her back up to panting and clenching like she had been until his unfun little boner.]
I am going to stay nice and hard for you until you are fully satisfied.
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Are you sure you can do that? [She still can't help the giggling that keeps escaping.] I know it can be kinda hard—
[Oh, wait, no, she made herself laugh so even though she can't help the moans from the friction, she's definitely just. Laughing like a hyena despite it all.]
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Not even kind of hard. [He breaks up the rhythm with a deep, deep thrust, then returns how he was fucking her just before.] It is exceptionally hard... especially when it feels this good. Goodness, Ruby! You make it sound as though I am tickling you!
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[The panting is back along with the feverish need to meet him. She's gasping for breath between the laughter and the pleasure, everything starting to come together in a fever pitch even though she just can't stop laughing.]
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Then I am going to tickle you to death!
[And just like that, he changes up his rhythm to keep her on edge, some quick and shallow, some hard and plunging, and some variations in between. Indeed, the more he drove into her, the longer he made her giggle and moan, the more he could see his end coming to seize him.]
Ahh, but when the time comes for me, do you want me to pull out? Or...?
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No, you—you can stay, I want you to stay—
[Not that he would get much of an opportunity to have a chance at pulling out, because she squeezes him. Both her grip on him and her inner walls tighten and clench as she finally cries out and comes, the force of it hitting her like a tidal wave.]
I'm, Ferdie—!
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