[ There's definitely no use of the Force in this moment. No need for it, which yes, would give her a twinge of pleased surprise when she thinks upon the moment later. There's only the two of them and desire. Lust. Arousal that knows no sides or boundaries -- although there's no denying that those little details enhance things on a conscious or subconscious level.
Wrapped up in her own pleasure, she doesn't yet notice that he has need to tend to his own arousal. She felt the absence of his hand, a brief chill setting in where he'd touched her, but it doesn't register as something needing to be paid attention to. Not when his mouth is still working her over and the next wave of release is building ever higher. It's there for her to notice though if she cares to; a secondary pulse of arousal and need in the energy around them. But her own need is loud in her mind, and she's not often apt to particularly care if someone else gets off. Not unless it's part of inflicting humiliation or mind games, not unless it's of value to her somehow.
Her pulse is racing and she moans quietly, her fingers curling again in his hair. She squirms a little, shifting, and one leg lifts to drape over his shoulder. If he's hating this, she certainly can't tell. All signs point to some level of enjoyment and later she's going to relish in that little fact. And use it against him, definitely. ]
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Wrapped up in her own pleasure, she doesn't yet notice that he has need to tend to his own arousal. She felt the absence of his hand, a brief chill setting in where he'd touched her, but it doesn't register as something needing to be paid attention to. Not when his mouth is still working her over and the next wave of release is building ever higher. It's there for her to notice though if she cares to; a secondary pulse of arousal and need in the energy around them. But her own need is loud in her mind, and she's not often apt to particularly care if someone else gets off. Not unless it's part of inflicting humiliation or mind games, not unless it's of value to her somehow.
Her pulse is racing and she moans quietly, her fingers curling again in his hair. She squirms a little, shifting, and one leg lifts to drape over his shoulder. If he's hating this, she certainly can't tell. All signs point to some level of enjoyment and later she's going to relish in that little fact. And use it against him, definitely. ]