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[well if she wasn't before, she is now quite definitely fifteen shades of red all at once, fingers scrabbling across his chest almost uselessly trying to grip]

Easier?

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[ Reaching for one of her hands and rubbing his thumb over the back of it in an attempt to soothe ]

More comfortable.

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[that ... helps, but really just to pull her focus back in]

Like this?

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[ Well to be fair his face is bright red, too ]

You can move however you want, like this.

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[rrrrrrrrredder? is that possible?]

I don't know if I know how. And, I don't want to... if it wasn't good for you...

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[ Talking about this is super, duper awkward but ]

Just ... do whatever feels right. Try whatever. There isn't really a wrong way.

[ Sliding his free hand up her thigh to her hip and resting it there ]

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[ten minutes ago I was a pure and untouched blushing virgin and now ........

well, now she's trying to even out her weight, shifting in place, not stopping the little sounds that come out as a result of all that. letting her eyes stay attentive on his face and easing shaky hands to the bed before she tries anything, an experimental roll of her hips]

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[ Making a pleased, encouraging sound in the back of his throat and rocking his hips back to meet her, both hands sliding up to settle at her waist ]

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[doing it again then, slow and uneven, but with gradually more confidence]

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[ Lifting his hands to slide them down her arms, fingers latching into hers and squeezing, his breaths coming out in short gasps and he's shifting beneath her, rolling up against her ]

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[squeezing right back, trying to move more steadily through her own gasps]

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It's good.

[ His voice is a little rough, but encouraging, and he's letting out another happy sound ]

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[startled by that, and rather obviously, but she visibly relaxes and quietly hums some contented noise, though the noise that follows is louder and breathier]

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[ Letting go of one of her hands to drag his fingers up the inside of her thigh, the pads brushing over sensitive skin and inching closer to their target ]

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[shivering and slipping from her rhythm, just a little, catching herself with a low sigh]

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[ Sliding his hand further up her leg and over just a tad, thumb pressing over the little nub of flesh and rubbing carefully ]

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[shuddering at his touch, instinctively reaching up to muffle the warm outcry with the back of her hand, hips rocking that much harder against his]

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[ Grunting as his own hips thrust upwards to meet her, fingers still brushing and rubbing over her clit with no real purpose other than to touch ]

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[Touch which is making her movements clumsier, fingers knotting in the blanket before she wrenches her hand away, dropping it over his chest and flicking a nipple with her thumb]

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[ Growling, his chest arching to meet her touch and his own hands sliding to her hips, gripping lightly and guiding her along in a steady motion ]

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[whimpering but trying to keep up with him, squeezing her legs around his]

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[ rubbing his hands over her hips, smiling awkwardly up at her and shifting a bit ]

Keep going.

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[I'm trying! gasping into the back of her hand and rocking against him, trembling hard]

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[ I am trying to be encouraging here!

And the sound he makes seems very pleased and he's rolling his hips under her, hands running up and down her hips and and thighs ]

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[and that was encouraging, and she's trying hard to move and get that sound out of him again]