[Sheer luck, not technique or anything else here has her tipping the edge first. He's a patient man, if it had been the other way round he's have enjoyed the process of catching her up to him. But there's no faulting the way she feels around him, or the view when he teases her by keeping the brush of his lips brief, pulling back to look at her before dotting her mouth with kisses again. It's a sight he doesn't want to miss.]
Saya.
[His voice is all appreciation, and just a touch of the wickedness she described as he continues.]
I mean, Saya Santoso.
[She'll get her own vantage point in a moment, because it's not long before the muscles in his jaw, down his neck to where her hands wrap his shoulders tense sharply, his pace stuttering just a second before he comes.]
Re: action;
Saya.
[His voice is all appreciation, and just a touch of the wickedness she described as he continues.]
I mean, Saya Santoso.
[She'll get her own vantage point in a moment, because it's not long before the muscles in his jaw, down his neck to where her hands wrap his shoulders tense sharply, his pace stuttering just a second before he comes.]