[Out of the corner of her eye, Elizabeth spots Gai's hand on the cushion. He's still tense, and if the sounds he was making weren't a clear indication that he was enjoying her attentions she might have been concerned that he was nervous or something. But she is a little starved for contact with Gai, even though her mouth is very firmly on him.]
[She reaches out to drape her hand over Gai's fist, then tries to take a bit more of him into her mouth. Maybe if she just breathed through her nose, she wouldn't have to come up as often...]
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[She reaches out to drape her hand over Gai's fist, then tries to take a bit more of him into her mouth. Maybe if she just breathed through her nose, she wouldn't have to come up as often...]