J'mon arched and hummed softly, the sound almost a sigh, rich with pleasure, as Gilmore's fingers teased and rolled over their chest. It was so easy for them to express their own delight and indulge in it at the same time. Even easier when they were with someone as attentive as Gilmore. It would have been nothing at all at that moment to simply melt back into him and allow him to do as he wished. And they might. Eventually. The temptation was terribly strong. But it also seemed like such a waste if they didn't use this opportunity to once more show him exactly how to please them.
That stretch as his fingers slid in behind their own - just a little too much - brought a gasp punctuated by a simple "Oh..." Their breath held in their chest for a moment, drawing them up tight against Gilmore's chest until he had fully settled inside of them and a breathy moan answered his question. "Everything," they murmured. "All of it." And while it might have been an easy answer to give, it was also the truth. They loved being overwhelmed. And Gilmore was already doing a wonderful job of it.
It wrenched a soft whimper out of them when Gilmore slid his hand away. There was almost a hint of desperation in the sound, and it was one that was only abated when he wrapped around them again. "I had almost forgotten that you were a tease," they said, almost chuckling as they rolled their hips back against him. It wasn't a complaint. If anything, it was a compliment. The sweetest thing was being strung tight through their own body and at the mercy of someone else's desires. That was the thing that plucked that string inside of them. They were such a terrible lush.
They drew their hand back with just a hint of a whine. Gilmore's fingers were a bit thicker than theirs, though, and he filled that space easily. J'mon smirked as soft wet heat became just a little tighter around him and pressed down, rolling their hips against his palm. As warmth trickled across their skin, that brassy shimmer seemed to grow heavier. Just a thought was all it took to shift the smallest details and make themselves a bit more enticing. They loosened their hold on Gilmore's head for just a moment, flexing their fingers, and coming back with sharper nails to grip the back of his neck with. "There is no need for you to be so gentle," they breathed, "I am not half as delicate as I look."