[ The brink is fast-approaching. She recognizes it distantly, can feel it coming on like her head's to the ground and the rumblings of a landslide are whispering to her ear. Strained, weak whimpers hiccup out of her with each swing and swish down of her body, just the slightest second out of rhythm with the sopping churn of Aki's digits, still electrifying the ridged nerves packed between her walls, still doing their worst.
When Aki bows in close to her, tips of her chest pressed to her shoulder blades, she feels the smallest adjustment to the angle of her fingers, but it's more than enough to get Denji groaning. Whining through her bitten lips, wishing they were face to face so she could paw and beat at her torso because it feels too good, too much. Then her kiss catches at the corner of her mouth, prompting bleary eyes to blink backwards at Aki, knowing without needing to exchange a word what she's after. Her lips arch forward, searching for that last savory bite of Aki to send Denji crashing and burning.
Oh —
Her body feels coiled, clenched, like it's climbing to the extremest of altitudes and she's subconsciously trying to conserve the oxygen in her lungs as warm pressure builds behind her scalp — up until their mouths connect, rough and lasting, Denji sucking on her lower lip, nose tipping into her cheek. She wails out, cunt doubling down around Aki, squeezing, squeezing, not caring whether another splash were to cascade down or a few fingers were to break. A little mess, a little abuse — she finds a bit of both makes coming even better. But nothing streams down Aki's arm this time, her orgasm dragging on longer for it. Simply a pile of gasps and twitching limbs, she shivers sharply against Aki, would probably fall limply forward into the mattress if she weren't still holding on to her.
If she'd known that sex could be this easy, pleasure this bottomless, she would have knocked on Aki's door a long time ago.
After a few minutes, Denji heaves a weighty breath. She hasn't fully recollected her brain cells, really, but she starts to stickily untwist herself from Aki, turning, so that she can flop on her back. Hands at Aki's waist, trying to pull her down along with her. ]
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When Aki bows in close to her, tips of her chest pressed to her shoulder blades, she feels the smallest adjustment to the angle of her fingers, but it's more than enough to get Denji groaning. Whining through her bitten lips, wishing they were face to face so she could paw and beat at her torso because it feels too good, too much. Then her kiss catches at the corner of her mouth, prompting bleary eyes to blink backwards at Aki, knowing without needing to exchange a word what she's after. Her lips arch forward, searching for that last savory bite of Aki to send Denji crashing and burning.
Oh —
Her body feels coiled, clenched, like it's climbing to the extremest of altitudes and she's subconsciously trying to conserve the oxygen in her lungs as warm pressure builds behind her scalp — up until their mouths connect, rough and lasting, Denji sucking on her lower lip, nose tipping into her cheek. She wails out, cunt doubling down around Aki, squeezing, squeezing, not caring whether another splash were to cascade down or a few fingers were to break. A little mess, a little abuse — she finds a bit of both makes coming even better. But nothing streams down Aki's arm this time, her orgasm dragging on longer for it. Simply a pile of gasps and twitching limbs, she shivers sharply against Aki, would probably fall limply forward into the mattress if she weren't still holding on to her.
If she'd known that sex could be this easy, pleasure this bottomless, she would have knocked on Aki's door a long time ago.
After a few minutes, Denji heaves a weighty breath. She hasn't fully recollected her brain cells, really, but she starts to stickily untwist herself from Aki, turning, so that she can flop on her back. Hands at Aki's waist, trying to pull her down along with her. ]
…Lemme do you.