[Meanwhile, Elizabeth has absolutely no competitive streak at all--but she does enjoy her back-and-forth with Gai. Her attention on Gai's chest wavers as he picks up his pacing and introduces his thumb, though she does try to keep up her concentration (last time she just stopped completely, and this time she wants to keep pleasing him). She lets out a little stuttering, pleased sigh, and her hips start rocking minutely against Gai's hand. The only thing that would make it perfect would be if she could kiss him again--but sitting up is so very out of the question. Her hands have to do the work, then. Her fingers play over his nipples, slide into the dips in his muscles, trace the tendons in his neck and rest on his collarbone.]
Gai... [God, he makes her feel so good. Better than she had ever imagined intimacy could be. Philosophizing about it makes the press of Gai's thumb all the more surprising, and oh she hadn't noticed until now how neglected that part of her was.]
[Gai's wish comes true, Elizabeth is singing for him: her back arched off the couch, crying out in a breathy, high-pitch that's satisfied and demanding more all at once. Her hands grip Gai's shoulders and she presses into his thumb needing more of him. The entirety of him.]
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Gai... [God, he makes her feel so good. Better than she had ever imagined intimacy could be. Philosophizing about it makes the press of Gai's thumb all the more surprising, and oh she hadn't noticed until now how neglected that part of her was.]
[Gai's wish comes true, Elizabeth is singing for him: her back arched off the couch, crying out in a breathy, high-pitch that's satisfied and demanding more all at once. Her hands grip Gai's shoulders and she presses into his thumb needing more of him. The entirety of him.]