[ Alright, maybe that remark wasn't meant to be sexy as much as it's his instinctive reaction to a challenge. But look, he could. It would look utterly ridiculous and and be hilariously inefficient but that's not the point. The point is that if you say he can't do it then that's just going to make him want to do it, because he's stubborn like that.
He won't dwell on it. He's a little busy.
Specifically busy at the moment with swallowing hard, his tongue darting over his lips as he's imagining exactly how her fingers must taste right now. In vivid, intensely arousing detail. It's enough to remind him that his erection is straining uncomfortably against his pants right now, practically throbbing for more attention than the muffled stroking of his palm against it.
Sometimes he's extremely jealous of Gwen's ability to have Venom shift into whatever clothes she wants on a whim. But it's fine, he manages. ]
Baby, you know what that does to me.
[ It's not a complaint. It's more like a promise, made even more vehement given that he's sliding through the bedroom window almost immediately after he tells her that, since there was no damn way he was going to waste time on the front door when he could just be here. His hair is tousled and his clothes ruffled but that's fine too, he doesn't plan on being in them for long.
But he hasn't quite decided yet if he's immediately stripping out of the suit. ]
[ so it's not really her spider-sense that lets her know he's approaching the window - she's not alarmed - but somehow she knows he's close even before she sees his silhouette in the window. maybe all of her jokes about her boyfriend-sense weren't really jokes at all. or she's just been expecting him to come through the bedroom window this whole time. either one. there'll never be a time when watching him climb through the window doesn't make her smile, because even after this long it's still so mind-blowing to her that she found a love like this with someone like her, another spider-totem. although that smile falters just a bit when the chill from outside briefly sweeps in before he shuts the window behind him. it's not enough to totally throw her off or anything, not beyond a small pout and the way it makes her squirm a bit, that chill running down her spine.
but she's not about to burrow under any blankets now, not when poe's looking at her like that. he makes her feel more comfortable with being naked around someone than she really ever thought was possible, and even just in general, honestly, compared to the self-consciousness she felt anytime she was even remotely undressed in front of someone. and it definitely helps that she's turned on so damn much at this point. she isn't exactly trying to be sexy about the way she's rubbing her hands over her arms, trying to warm herself back up, but she does slow down the movement once she's sliding them over her breasts, softly squeezing.
her eyes are on him as her head tips to the side, cheek against the blanket now, and she can't help the way the corner of her mouth quirks up when she notices the thin sliver of dark blue that's barely peeking out above his shirt collar. ]
My hero. [ her voice is quiet and a little singsongy, and she has no intentions of actually getting out of bed, but she does shift onto her side just a bit, enough so she can comfortably prop herself up on her elbow, chin settling in her palm, her free hand slides down her side just to rest at her hip, fingers swirling slow patterns there ] You're incredibly handsome when your hair's a mess and your cock is threatening to tear apart your pants, you know that? [ there's that goofy smile again, even though she's actually really not joking. at all. woops. ]
[ For all of his talk about getting right to it Poe does have to take a moment to appreciate the sight of Gwen sprawled out in front of him like this. He knew, and he saw, but being here in person, standing in front of her while she's all wet and aroused and still languidly touching herself, is something else altogether. It does as much for his heart as it does for his cock, knowing that she would only put on this kind of show for him, and that thinking about him was how she got herself into it in the first place, and that she's waited to make sure he was here for it. She could have masturbated just fine on her own, for all of her talk about needing his help.
But he feels the same way about jerking off, it's good but it's never going to be as amazing as it feels to let her do it, even if her hands are doing the same thing that his would be. ]
I was just about to tell you how beautiful you look right now, so I guess that makes us even.
[ She's not wrong. He is fully hard against the press of those pants, and that's exactly where he starts, unbuttoning and unzipping them to relieve the pressure before he sets to work on impatiently tugging everything off on his way over toward the bed. But he's still watching her the whole time, his eyes raking over every inch of her, as if he's trying to memorize those familiar curves all over again. At least the suit offers very little resistance, both in restricting him and in the process of slipping out of it, given that the fabric may look like spandex but it's actually much more versatile than that. So if he's taking him time at all with that part it's just so she can appreciate that visual too. ]
You're so ready for it now aren't you, baby? [ He could just pounce on her here and now, he knows she wouldn't complain, but maybe he's somehow found something like patience now that he's so close, close enough for her to reach out and touch now. She knows perfectly well that there's a part of him that likes to watch her squirm and whine while letting the anticipation spike up even higher for both of them. ] I know you've been waiting for me to fill you up.
[ gwen's actually totally fine with him taking his time undressing, because yeah, she absolutely loves having the time to look him over, too. she doesn't need a striptease or anything remotely like a show, just poe taking off his clothes as he watches her in that way that lets her know that she's all he's thinking about right now, is more than enough. and before meeting him, and even after meeting him but before she finally dragged him to bed for the first time, gwen never really thought she had a type? not with appearance, anyway. she didn't really have a type, or a preference, but then poe dameron stripped out of his suit and she was suddenly very invested in everything he had going on underneath. and it's a little heady, right, because she was bitten by a spicy spider science project, and he- kinda was the science project, and the way those things changed their bodies... it wasn't exactly superficial, but they didn't really... intend on getting ripped overnight either. if she lets herself really think about it, sometimes noting and admiring just how attractive he is, and knowing he might be doing the same, can sometimes feel weird. like the weirdest kind of impostor syndrome there is, honestly.
but it's really easy to shake off, because poe's attractiveness is way more layered than that, okay. his abs and the way his muscles flex and shift whether they're out fighting crime or driving each other crazy in bed is great, absolutely, but the man could be wearing an ankle-length parka and she'd still want to climb all over him. she really wasn't joking when she said she liked when his hair is messy the way it is right now, and his stupid face- it's beyond classically handsome. there was some part of her that recognized that even when he spent most of his time frowning when his mask was off, but now that she's clocked in some serious hours with that face, and fallen in love with that face, she has to wonder why anyone else would ever even bother with having a face? when it could never be his face, so what's even the point?
... she's getting distracted. she'd blame venom, but venom's still checked out and riding the high of gwen's arousal, keeping her sensitive and ready even as she gets embarrassingly distracted by her boyfriend just taking his clothes off. again. it happens more often than she wishes it would, to be honest.
either way, it's much easier to focus up once he's so close, and of course the urge to tug him onto the bed with her by a firm grip around his wrist is there, but instead she just ends up resting on her back again, occupying both hands with splaying them down her ribs and over her hips until she's gripping the inside of both thighs. the way she sucks in a breath is plenty telling, since it was a reaction to her hands just being even that close to her cunt, so she doesn't touch herself again yet. she wants him to see how sensitive she is for himself, with his own touch. so instead she's guiding both of her thighs open even wider, hands pushing out to hold on closer to her knees. ]
I need it so bad. Need you. And I want to try the vibrator with you again first, but- I promise I'll be a good girl and take whatever you wanna give me.
[ It's always so easy to get distracted when the two of them have the time to tune everything else out and focus on each other for a while. Poe's never felt less than adequate physically, even before the whole genetic experiment thing, so he never felt especially self-conscious about the changes as far as how attractive or capable he is now comparatively, just one thing that wasn't on the long list of reasons why he spent so long shying away from admitting his attraction to her. He has thought about it though, that things would be really different if she had Venom on board and he didn't have the kind of next level strength and stamina that he does, but in the end it's easy to come to the conclusion that they would have made it work. The things he loves most about Gwen have nothing to do with being a spider-totem at all, and he knows she feels the same way about him.
So he can bask in her admiring gaze without feeling like he doesn't deserve it — not something that was always true, just for entirely different reasons than how his body has changed — and spend that time admiring her as he's finally stripped away the last layer, leaving him just as naked as she is, his cock fully hard and heavy to the point where it's easier to curl his fingers around it as he slides onto the bed with her. He's still smiling as he presses an affectionate, playfully chaste kiss to her knee. She's so flushed and wet and lovely right now, he's completely unashamed of how obsessed he is with all of this. It's almost difficult to decide what to do to her first. ]
You really are such a good girl for me. [ He slips a hand to that knee, nudging it slightly farther to the side and then skimming his hand down along her thigh, his palm flat against her skin, lingering briefly on her own hand until he's as close to her cunt as she was a few moments ago. ] This is perfect.
[ He'll go farther than she did, trusting that she'll hold on even tighter to keep herself from squirming too much underneath his touch, which is absolutely going to be a challenge when he slips his hand between her legs, his fingers splayed out so that he's slowly rubbing along either side of her cunt without touching her where she's most sensitive. But he's so close that he knows it's going to make her whimper and whine, and if she's able to keep watching him while he does it she'll definitely see how his cock twitches in response too. ]
You know I'm not going to stop after you come, right?
[ so the very first time poe called her a "good girl" in the heat of the moment, gwen's brain had just a minor malfunction. part of her wanted to protest, or laugh, or- something, but a much louder part of her, the part that ultimately won out, wanted to play along and lean into it as much and as often as poe was willing to play along with her. but the first time he called her "his good girl", well. she basically lost her fucking mind. and just like that first time, there's that gut-punch of a thrill that melts into something almost... sweeter? because yeah, she's sure the fact that she really does want to be his good girl is more than a little telling. it's predictable and cliche, and probably downright textbook, considering all she ever wants to do is the "right thing". it was something she always struggled with, spending so much time trying to prove herself because she never felt like she was doing enough or giving enough. but then poe went and found a way to turn that insecurity into something really sexy, so like. she's okay with being cliche.
his fingers skim over hers and god, she just wants to feel him everywhere, but the direct path that hand takes and where it ultimately ends up is actually totally fine by her. if she can't have his hands everywhere, then having it right there, teasing her cunt, is one of the better alternatives. and right now it's actually the best option, as far as she's concerned. and it's true, she does react accordingly - both of her hands tighten their grip on her thighs, her body pulling taunt as her shoulders push back into the mattress, and she's just really, really trying not to move her hips. she's trying her best to be good, in that sense. ]
Fuck. [ her eyes are half lidded at this point, but she refuses to let them shut for very long because she's not ready to break that eye contact with him just yet. especially once she's slowly breaking that unspoken promise not to move or rush him by rolling her hips up just once, like maybe she could steal some direct contact on her clit. she bats her lashes at him after, ever-so innocent. just ignore the smirk. ] Promise?
[ Poe expected some squirming no matter how serious she might be about holding perfectly still and letting him take his time, he doubts that he could manage it without fidgeting and pushing some if their positions were reversed after all. And while they can push each others' limits sometimes and get a lot out of it, right now he's feeling softer and more shamelessly sensual than that, so there's nothing genuinely scolding in the way he takes a gentle swat at her cunt, if he's putting any force behind it at all it's because he knows that it'll be a jolt of pleasure for her rather than anything actually uncomfortable, and it might be unexpected enough to drag even more exciting noises out of her. Even if she had to know she was teasing him with that smirk, practically daring him to do something about it, and also knowing that he has trouble turning down challenges way less sexy than this one.
His expression as as fond as ever, but then she knows exactly how much he loves her in all of her various moods, whether she's being bratty or he's worked her up to the point where she can't manage anything but to be sweetly pliant for him, and everything in between. If anything he's a little bit impressed that she can still manage to be so sassy after getting herself all hot and bothered for almost an hour now, unless she was exaggerating about how long she waited to text him or just completely lost track of time. It's possible. And he was distracting her for some of that time. ]
I promise.
[ Even after the smack he only gives her a few seconds to catch her breath, long enough to make sure that she has a chance to feel it, before he's sliding his fingers gently over her, not avoiding those sensitive spots this time — if anything he's deliberately getting his fingers wet — he's just using a much softer touch than the one he knows she wants, the kind that would actually get her off. He can't help but wonder how quickly that would happen if he suddenly shifted the pace, but... not yet. His other hand is still gripping her thigh, helping to keep her anchored. ]
Is this gonna be a 'daddy's perfect little slut' kind of night?
[ it's no exaggeration to say that gwen's eyes roll back into her head before she squeezes them shut after he spanks her there, no matter how gentle it was compared to the ways they've experimented with that in the past. she might've only been playing with that vibrator on and off during that hour, but it really was impossibly strong, which means the whole of her is still feeling ..extra-stimulated, even if she's not overstimulated yet. so the impact might have been soft, comparatively, but considering where she's already at with her arousal? it's a lot. like, a lot. color blooms low on her neck, which they've learned is an oddly specific type of way she blushes sometimes, in the heat of moments like this, when they're setting this certain tone. it's not rare for him to do things to her ( or for her, or with her ) that make her cheeks go pink, but the times when he really surprises her and she's really down bad already, that color rises on her chest, or the hollow of her neck, first. the first time she felt this specific kind of rush it made her laugh, from adrenaline or maybe something like bashfulness, but it's not something she really pays attention to now. not when she knows that he knows it as a sign of being on the right track for the mood she's in, and there's no reason to feel anything like shame when she can offer him that. so she feels that heat crawl up her neck a bit and just lets her head tip to the side, moaning her approval as she lets him see the proof for himself.
at first all she can manage is a slow nod, and there isn't a chance she's going to mess with the hand that's touching her so perfectly, but her other hand sliding over the one helping her keep her thigh pinned until she can hold onto him by his wrist, then up a bit to his forearm. and there's a split second where venom almost catches her off guard, but the sudden rush of drag him down and fuck him into the mattress is so far out of touch for her current mindset that it's easy to catch on that the impulse isn't exactly hers. but it's not a shocking or new thought - venom's always been more aggressive, in just about every situation, and so while poe's suggestion of what kind of night it should be sends a thrill up gwen's spine, venom wants to take it as a challenge. as if the symbiote isn't just as obsessed with the things that usually come out of those nights when gwen calls him daddy. please.
however, despite being able to separate venom's intrusive thoughts from her own, she doesn't seem to realize that her symbiote is winding around poe's wrist too, where she's holding onto him. it's not doing anything more than just holding on the same way gwen is, but it makes it obvious that gwen's distracted enough by all of this that maybe she's not as in control as she thinks she is. maybe. then again, she's also smiling at him again by the time the shock from that slap chills out a bit, and with more of an edge than when she's trying to be sweet for him ]
Don't know about perfect. I did start without you. [ she sucks in a breath when he teases along the edge of her hole, feeling how slick his fingers are just from that, even if he doesn't press them inside her yet. ] You'll have to remind me what that means. Refresh my memory.
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[ Alright, maybe that remark wasn't meant to be sexy as much as it's his instinctive reaction to a challenge. But look, he could. It would look utterly ridiculous and and be hilariously inefficient but that's not the point. The point is that if you say he can't do it then that's just going to make him want to do it, because he's stubborn like that.
He won't dwell on it. He's a little busy.
Specifically busy at the moment with swallowing hard, his tongue darting over his lips as he's imagining exactly how her fingers must taste right now. In vivid, intensely arousing detail. It's enough to remind him that his erection is straining uncomfortably against his pants right now, practically throbbing for more attention than the muffled stroking of his palm against it.
Sometimes he's extremely jealous of Gwen's ability to have Venom shift into whatever clothes she wants on a whim. But it's fine, he manages. ]
Baby, you know what that does to me.
[ It's not a complaint. It's more like a promise, made even more vehement given that he's sliding through the bedroom window almost immediately after he tells her that, since there was no damn way he was going to waste time on the front door when he could just be here. His hair is tousled and his clothes ruffled but that's fine too, he doesn't plan on being in them for long.
But he hasn't quite decided yet if he's immediately stripping out of the suit. ]
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but she's not about to burrow under any blankets now, not when poe's looking at her like that. he makes her feel more comfortable with being naked around someone than she really ever thought was possible, and even just in general, honestly, compared to the self-consciousness she felt anytime she was even remotely undressed in front of someone. and it definitely helps that she's turned on so damn much at this point. she isn't exactly trying to be sexy about the way she's rubbing her hands over her arms, trying to warm herself back up, but she does slow down the movement once she's sliding them over her breasts, softly squeezing.
her eyes are on him as her head tips to the side, cheek against the blanket now, and she can't help the way the corner of her mouth quirks up when she notices the thin sliver of dark blue that's barely peeking out above his shirt collar. ]
My hero. [ her voice is quiet and a little singsongy, and she has no intentions of actually getting out of bed, but she does shift onto her side just a bit, enough so she can comfortably prop herself up on her elbow, chin settling in her palm, her free hand slides down her side just to rest at her hip, fingers swirling slow patterns there ] You're incredibly handsome when your hair's a mess and your cock is threatening to tear apart your pants, you know that? [ there's that goofy smile again, even though she's actually really not joking. at all. woops. ]
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But he feels the same way about jerking off, it's good but it's never going to be as amazing as it feels to let her do it, even if her hands are doing the same thing that his would be. ]
I was just about to tell you how beautiful you look right now, so I guess that makes us even.
[ She's not wrong. He is fully hard against the press of those pants, and that's exactly where he starts, unbuttoning and unzipping them to relieve the pressure before he sets to work on impatiently tugging everything off on his way over toward the bed. But he's still watching her the whole time, his eyes raking over every inch of her, as if he's trying to memorize those familiar curves all over again. At least the suit offers very little resistance, both in restricting him and in the process of slipping out of it, given that the fabric may look like spandex but it's actually much more versatile than that. So if he's taking him time at all with that part it's just so she can appreciate that visual too. ]
You're so ready for it now aren't you, baby? [ He could just pounce on her here and now, he knows she wouldn't complain, but maybe he's somehow found something like patience now that he's so close, close enough for her to reach out and touch now. She knows perfectly well that there's a part of him that likes to watch her squirm and whine while letting the anticipation spike up even higher for both of them. ] I know you've been waiting for me to fill you up.
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but it's really easy to shake off, because poe's attractiveness is way more layered than that, okay. his abs and the way his muscles flex and shift whether they're out fighting crime or driving each other crazy in bed is great, absolutely, but the man could be wearing an ankle-length parka and she'd still want to climb all over him. she really wasn't joking when she said she liked when his hair is messy the way it is right now, and his stupid face- it's beyond classically handsome. there was some part of her that recognized that even when he spent most of his time frowning when his mask was off, but now that she's clocked in some serious hours with that face, and fallen in love with that face, she has to wonder why anyone else would ever even bother with having a face? when it could never be his face, so what's even the point?
... she's getting distracted. she'd blame venom, but venom's still checked out and riding the high of gwen's arousal, keeping her sensitive and ready even as she gets embarrassingly distracted by her boyfriend just taking his clothes off. again. it happens more often than she wishes it would, to be honest.
either way, it's much easier to focus up once he's so close, and of course the urge to tug him onto the bed with her by a firm grip around his wrist is there, but instead she just ends up resting on her back again, occupying both hands with splaying them down her ribs and over her hips until she's gripping the inside of both thighs. the way she sucks in a breath is plenty telling, since it was a reaction to her hands just being even that close to her cunt, so she doesn't touch herself again yet. she wants him to see how sensitive she is for himself, with his own touch. so instead she's guiding both of her thighs open even wider, hands pushing out to hold on closer to her knees. ]
I need it so bad. Need you. And I want to try the vibrator with you again first, but- I promise I'll be a good girl and take whatever you wanna give me.
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So he can bask in her admiring gaze without feeling like he doesn't deserve it — not something that was always true, just for entirely different reasons than how his body has changed — and spend that time admiring her as he's finally stripped away the last layer, leaving him just as naked as she is, his cock fully hard and heavy to the point where it's easier to curl his fingers around it as he slides onto the bed with her. He's still smiling as he presses an affectionate, playfully chaste kiss to her knee. She's so flushed and wet and lovely right now, he's completely unashamed of how obsessed he is with all of this. It's almost difficult to decide what to do to her first. ]
You really are such a good girl for me. [ He slips a hand to that knee, nudging it slightly farther to the side and then skimming his hand down along her thigh, his palm flat against her skin, lingering briefly on her own hand until he's as close to her cunt as she was a few moments ago. ] This is perfect.
[ He'll go farther than she did, trusting that she'll hold on even tighter to keep herself from squirming too much underneath his touch, which is absolutely going to be a challenge when he slips his hand between her legs, his fingers splayed out so that he's slowly rubbing along either side of her cunt without touching her where she's most sensitive. But he's so close that he knows it's going to make her whimper and whine, and if she's able to keep watching him while he does it she'll definitely see how his cock twitches in response too. ]
You know I'm not going to stop after you come, right?
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his fingers skim over hers and god, she just wants to feel him everywhere, but the direct path that hand takes and where it ultimately ends up is actually totally fine by her. if she can't have his hands everywhere, then having it right there, teasing her cunt, is one of the better alternatives. and right now it's actually the best option, as far as she's concerned. and it's true, she does react accordingly - both of her hands tighten their grip on her thighs, her body pulling taunt as her shoulders push back into the mattress, and she's just really, really trying not to move her hips. she's trying her best to be good, in that sense. ]
Fuck. [ her eyes are half lidded at this point, but she refuses to let them shut for very long because she's not ready to break that eye contact with him just yet. especially once she's slowly breaking that unspoken promise not to move or rush him by rolling her hips up just once, like maybe she could steal some direct contact on her clit. she bats her lashes at him after, ever-so innocent. just ignore the smirk. ] Promise?
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His expression as as fond as ever, but then she knows exactly how much he loves her in all of her various moods, whether she's being bratty or he's worked her up to the point where she can't manage anything but to be sweetly pliant for him, and everything in between. If anything he's a little bit impressed that she can still manage to be so sassy after getting herself all hot and bothered for almost an hour now, unless she was exaggerating about how long she waited to text him or just completely lost track of time. It's possible. And he was distracting her for some of that time. ]
I promise.
[ Even after the smack he only gives her a few seconds to catch her breath, long enough to make sure that she has a chance to feel it, before he's sliding his fingers gently over her, not avoiding those sensitive spots this time — if anything he's deliberately getting his fingers wet — he's just using a much softer touch than the one he knows she wants, the kind that would actually get her off. He can't help but wonder how quickly that would happen if he suddenly shifted the pace, but... not yet. His other hand is still gripping her thigh, helping to keep her anchored. ]
Is this gonna be a 'daddy's perfect little slut' kind of night?
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[ it's no exaggeration to say that gwen's eyes roll back into her head before she squeezes them shut after he spanks her there, no matter how gentle it was compared to the ways they've experimented with that in the past. she might've only been playing with that vibrator on and off during that hour, but it really was impossibly strong, which means the whole of her is still feeling ..extra-stimulated, even if she's not overstimulated yet. so the impact might have been soft, comparatively, but considering where she's already at with her arousal? it's a lot. like, a lot. color blooms low on her neck, which they've learned is an oddly specific type of way she blushes sometimes, in the heat of moments like this, when they're setting this certain tone. it's not rare for him to do things to her ( or for her, or with her ) that make her cheeks go pink, but the times when he really surprises her and she's really down bad already, that color rises on her chest, or the hollow of her neck, first. the first time she felt this specific kind of rush it made her laugh, from adrenaline or maybe something like bashfulness, but it's not something she really pays attention to now. not when she knows that he knows it as a sign of being on the right track for the mood she's in, and there's no reason to feel anything like shame when she can offer him that. so she feels that heat crawl up her neck a bit and just lets her head tip to the side, moaning her approval as she lets him see the proof for himself.
at first all she can manage is a slow nod, and there isn't a chance she's going to mess with the hand that's touching her so perfectly, but her other hand sliding over the one helping her keep her thigh pinned until she can hold onto him by his wrist, then up a bit to his forearm. and there's a split second where venom almost catches her off guard, but the sudden rush of drag him down and fuck him into the mattress is so far out of touch for her current mindset that it's easy to catch on that the impulse isn't exactly hers. but it's not a shocking or new thought - venom's always been more aggressive, in just about every situation, and so while poe's suggestion of what kind of night it should be sends a thrill up gwen's spine, venom wants to take it as a challenge. as if the symbiote isn't just as obsessed with the things that usually come out of those nights when gwen calls him daddy. please.
however, despite being able to separate venom's intrusive thoughts from her own, she doesn't seem to realize that her symbiote is winding around poe's wrist too, where she's holding onto him. it's not doing anything more than just holding on the same way gwen is, but it makes it obvious that gwen's distracted enough by all of this that maybe she's not as in control as she thinks she is. maybe. then again, she's also smiling at him again by the time the shock from that slap chills out a bit, and with more of an edge than when she's trying to be sweet for him ]
Don't know about perfect. I did start without you. [ she sucks in a breath when he teases along the edge of her hole, feeling how slick his fingers are just from that, even if he doesn't press them inside her yet. ] You'll have to remind me what that means. Refresh my memory.