[The scrape of his teeth over skin makes her gasp, a sweet sting that goes straight past the chip's reroutes and appeals to the part of her code that was built for war. That part is almost disappointed when the graze doesn't turn into a bite, and there's another thing she's not going to examine too closely right now; all she knows is this feels good. She hooks one of her legs over his, using the leverage to press upwards, bringing their lower bodies together. Not quite a grind but definitely an invitation to one.
What was she going to ask again...? Never mind; she was projecting her own first-time nerves on him, nothing more. But she does have something more useful to say, actually.]
What makes you feel good?
[Sex is a reciprocal act, at least it should be. Everything he gives her, she wants to give back and make him feel as good as he deserves.]
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What was she going to ask again...? Never mind; she was projecting her own first-time nerves on him, nothing more. But she does have something more useful to say, actually.]
What makes you feel good?
[Sex is a reciprocal act, at least it should be. Everything he gives her, she wants to give back and make him feel as good as he deserves.]