[It becomes apparent fairly quickly that Uta isn't going to need much more preparation, which is actually a bit of a relief as Loki's erection becomes more insistent. He's been hard for awhile and really, making Uta come was even more intense than he thought it might be.
Still, he doesn't want to hurt her, or do anything she may not enjoy, especially given this is her first time. As much as he's starting to feel rather desperate for more himself, he doesn't want to do anything that she may not like. So, he takes his time and presses in a second finger, working her open a bit more quickly now.
Really, she doesn't have to say anything. All Loki wants is for her to relax and enjoy, though he's pretty sure that is happening anyway. After a bit more time, he finally slips his fingers free and pulls back just enough to look at her directly.]
Are you ready?
[His voice is low and just this side of desperate. His cock aches as he grips himself, stroking a couple of times out of sheer need as he waits for her go ahead, at which point he will slowly begin to press inside her.]
(The inclusion of a second finger causes her to gasp out, clinging to his neck a little tighter. He could definitely keep doing that, she thinks, as she finally opens her eyes to look at the ceiling. She takes in a deep breath, trying to calm her beating heart as it pounds in her chest.
The loss of his fingers has her whining, trying to chase after them when he finally speaks up and she stops. She swallows, focusing on his face as she feels the weight of that question.
Was she ready?
She blinks, registering, before she smiles gently and nods.)
Yes. Please, I— I want this.
(The first press of his cock against her was exhilarating. This was the moment, not that it changed much, but it was exciting in a way that she was able to spend this with someone patient. As he continues to push forward, filling her slowly, she can’t help but moan.
It’s different than his fingers. It’s not what she expected. Warm, weighty, thick— how would he fit? She doesn’t know, she just wants to feel all of him.)
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Still, he doesn't want to hurt her, or do anything she may not enjoy, especially given this is her first time. As much as he's starting to feel rather desperate for more himself, he doesn't want to do anything that she may not like. So, he takes his time and presses in a second finger, working her open a bit more quickly now.
Really, she doesn't have to say anything. All Loki wants is for her to relax and enjoy, though he's pretty sure that is happening anyway. After a bit more time, he finally slips his fingers free and pulls back just enough to look at her directly.]
Are you ready?
[His voice is low and just this side of desperate. His cock aches as he grips himself, stroking a couple of times out of sheer need as he waits for her go ahead, at which point he will slowly begin to press inside her.]
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The loss of his fingers has her whining, trying to chase after them when he finally speaks up and she stops. She swallows, focusing on his face as she feels the weight of that question.
Was she ready?
She blinks, registering, before she smiles gently and nods.)
Yes. Please, I— I want this.
(The first press of his cock against her was exhilarating. This was the moment, not that it changed much, but it was exciting in a way that she was able to spend this with someone patient. As he continues to push forward, filling her slowly, she can’t help but moan.
It’s different than his fingers. It’s not what she expected. Warm, weighty, thick— how would he fit? She doesn’t know, she just wants to feel all of him.)