Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[She mouths it, yeah? Then repeats it aloud thoughtless - opioid.] I'm scared it's going to HURT. [She says it loud, but guilty as fuck, because that shouldn't be the first thing she's worried about, but sometimes it is. A lot of the time it is. Like getting closer and closer to something terrifying, like a root canal.
But him asking about moving her around is more important, and she shakes her head fast enough to bang temple against his chin.] Nah, no! Don't stop doing that. I like it when you do it. IDK, it makes me feel stupid safe or something, even if we're fucking, and it's hot. [Which makes her blush, and her cheek is back on his shoulder quick as a result. She hasn't noticed his cock hardening against her knee yet, and she just turns her face and buries nose against his shirt when he asks about fucking her in the ass. She literally GROANS against fabric, and she squirms on his thigh.] Don't you wanna do things I like? That maybe you don't like so much? Like getting sucked off, yeah? I know you don't like that much. I never liked it before, the ass thing, but IDK that wasn't with YOU. And how would it be different? You like penetration.
[And it takes a few seconds for her cheeks to stop looking like tomatoes, and she just tugs at the hem of his sleeve hard before going on.] Nah, I mean like when I freaked a few times. Remember? And you're supposed to tell me what YOU want and like, you know, when we fuck. And what you don't like. [All that, still muttered against fabric, because she's never looking up again EVER, and she pulls the cow hoodie up over her head for good measure.]