No, I-- [it takes her a moment to put the words together,] I just want you to find enjoyment in it too.
[What he's insinuating might be nice, in a perfect world, but Irhya has long since come to terms with the logistics of such a thing being incompatible with her current life. But even if it isn't love, she still uses sex as a tool of affection, among other things; although she knows it must be different for him, a part of her would like to think there's a tiny speck of it buried deep down somewhere on the other end. It's still a show of trust, and that is all she can ask from him right now.
As if working harder might make him more forthcoming with his pleasure, she pushes him a little deeper into the mattress, picking up the pace while finding purchase on his chest. Her own breathing is reedy and erratic from the exertion, struggling just to keep up with the demands of the rest of her body.]
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[What he's insinuating might be nice, in a perfect world, but Irhya has long since come to terms with the logistics of such a thing being incompatible with her current life. But even if it isn't love, she still uses sex as a tool of affection, among other things; although she knows it must be different for him, a part of her would like to think there's a tiny speck of it buried deep down somewhere on the other end. It's still a show of trust, and that is all she can ask from him right now.
As if working harder might make him more forthcoming with his pleasure, she pushes him a little deeper into the mattress, picking up the pace while finding purchase on his chest. Her own breathing is reedy and erratic from the exertion, struggling just to keep up with the demands of the rest of her body.]
Need, faster...