It feels as though time is standing still. She has no idea how long it's been since they started this play, it feels like it could be minutes or years. It doesn't really seem to make a difference, the downstairs door is closed, there is no getting out, there is no getting in. This is a black hole absorbing, feeding off energy and light, dragging it down into it's depths where the laws of time and physics don't apply. All time stops in a black hole. There is no escaping it's power and once you're in it, you're in it for all of forever. Till the entirety of everything ceases to be. And this pleases her. This idea of forever and the forever of all of forever, somewhere caught between his kisses and his caresses. This is life.
His hands take over for her and she lets go, tilting her head enough to look down between them so she can see how his hands move, and what he looks like. That makes her blush and look away with her fingers to her mouth in order to somehow cover up the smile. Probably not the most mature thing to do, but she still has a ways to go with that. He is hard, that much is obvious, and it seems confusing to her why he would ask her to climb up on to his lap when he wants so clearly to fuck. It seems to her that the easiest way would be for him on top - but he's the expert here so she doesn't question him.
Instead she moves up into his lap, well, tries to. The usual way she sits on his lap, side saddle, well there appears to be something in the way, and straddling him, well, there's something in the way there too. It would probably be a little bit easier to accommodate him if she was straddling him. Grinning and blushing furiously she manages to look up at him for guidance. "How would you like me to sit on your lap, daddy?" Moving her tongue over her bottom lip she glances down at him as she reaches over to touch him. Fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking downward, to feel him, to explore him with her fingers.
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Date: 2012-07-29 10:57 pm (UTC)His hands take over for her and she lets go, tilting her head enough to look down between them so she can see how his hands move, and what he looks like. That makes her blush and look away with her fingers to her mouth in order to somehow cover up the smile. Probably not the most mature thing to do, but she still has a ways to go with that. He is hard, that much is obvious, and it seems confusing to her why he would ask her to climb up on to his lap when he wants so clearly to fuck. It seems to her that the easiest way would be for him on top - but he's the expert here so she doesn't question him.
Instead she moves up into his lap, well, tries to. The usual way she sits on his lap, side saddle, well there appears to be something in the way, and straddling him, well, there's something in the way there too. It would probably be a little bit easier to accommodate him if she was straddling him. Grinning and blushing furiously she manages to look up at him for guidance. "How would you like me to sit on your lap, daddy?" Moving her tongue over her bottom lip she glances down at him as she reaches over to touch him. Fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking downward, to feel him, to explore him with her fingers.
"You're so big! I didn't know . . ."