[Her muscles tensing under her touch is the first easily notable thing, but the rest come just as evidently, from the way she fists at the sheets, to the gentle sounds she begins to make. He thinks to himself that forever may not last at this point, but he also does not think she would complain terribly, not the way things are going now — and so Sholmes hums a little noise of appreciation, of encouragement, as she writhes a little against him.
What was once slow and languid begins to hasten, so slight. His tongue laves against her with a steadily increasing tempo, warm and uninterrupted, his hand sliding back down to lightly brace at her hip; his other remains holding onto hers, that connection still ever-present.]
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What was once slow and languid begins to hasten, so slight. His tongue laves against her with a steadily increasing tempo, warm and uninterrupted, his hand sliding back down to lightly brace at her hip; his other remains holding onto hers, that connection still ever-present.]