[Of course he’s hard. He was already stiff when he was atop her, kneading the muscles in her back, with her tail teasing between his legs. Sholmes’ arousal certainly hasn’t gone anywhere, not with her crawling across him like this, the strange sense of vulnerability on her side having a similar effect — making his pulse hitch a little in his neck.
Still, his eagerness does not blunt his observational instinct. He can see that she’s still uncertain, at least to a small degree, her twitching tail giving away so much, as always.
But Sholmes trusts her to tell him the moment she’s truly uncomfortable, and so. What point is there in being reticent any longer?]
Higher, my dear.
[It sounds like a request, but it is coupled with a hand coming down hard—but not too hard, not yet—on her backside, palming and… scooting her up.]
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Still, his eagerness does not blunt his observational instinct. He can see that she’s still uncertain, at least to a small degree, her twitching tail giving away so much, as always.
But Sholmes trusts her to tell him the moment she’s truly uncomfortable, and so. What point is there in being reticent any longer?]
Higher, my dear.
[It sounds like a request, but it is coupled with a hand coming down hard—but not too hard, not yet—on her backside, palming and… scooting her up.]
We want you at the perfect angle, don’t we?