you crying. squirming. telling me it’s too much. hands pushing weakly at my wrist. hips twisting trying to get away from the vibrator and chasing it at the same time.
me just tilting my head. looking at you.
“too much?” wiping your cheek with my thumb. fingers still moving inside you. vibrator still pressed right where it is. “baby.”
you nodding frantically. more tears coming. “please.. it’s too much i can’t—”
“you can’t.” repeating it softly. curling my fingers. feeling you clench hard around them despite yourself. “but you’re still taking my fingers so well.” pressing the vibrator a little firmer. watching your hips lift toward it before you can stop them. “and you’re still so wet, sweetheart.” pulling my fingers back slightly. showing you. “look.”
“no no.” catching your chin. turning you back. “look, baby. look how wet you are.” letting you see. “does that look like too much to you?”
you sobbing softly. “i don’t know…i don’t know it’s—”
“it’s confusing.” finishing it for you. sympathetic. gentle. sliding my fingers back in. deep. feeling you gasp through the crying. “your body pulling in two directions at once. wanting more and trying to run at the same time.” thumb finding your clit alongside the vibrator now. watching your whole body jolt. “that’s so hard for you, isn’t it.”
you nodding weakly. fresh tears sliding down your face.
“poor baby.” wiping each one as it falls. attentive. tender. fingers curling steady and deep. vibrator still pressed against you. “your body just doesn’t know what it wants.”
“please—” barely a word. hands gripping my wrist. not pulling. just holding on.
“please what, sweetheart.” curling harder. feeling you clench. “please stop?” pulling the vibrator away.
your hips chasing it immediately.
“or please don’t stop?” pressing it back. watching your whole face crumple with fresh tears. “see. that’s what i thought.”
you sobbing properly now. not from pain. just from too much. from being so overstimulated your body doesn’t know how to hold it all. crying. desperate. still so wet and pliant for me.
“so which one do i listen to?” asked so softly. tilting my head. thumb circling your clit slow. fingers pumping steady. “your words or your body?”
you shaking your head. can’t answer.
“that’s okay.” pressing a kiss to your wet cheek. tasting salt. “i’ll decide for you.” settling in. getting comfortable. “i’m going to listen to your body, baby. i think that’s the right call.”
you making a broken desperate sound.
“shh.” stroking your hair back from your wet face. kissing your forehead affectionately. “you’re doing so well. such a good girl. crying and still taking it so perfectly.” curling deep. feeling you arch. “your body knows exactly what it wants. even if you don’t.“
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