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[ Selfishness and his own mounting need is what keeps him from pressing his fingers inside Jolyne fully— her composure is a turnon, and so is watching her slowly lose it— but fuck, that's her breath whispering against his hair and her hands leaving red trails down his skin. He's not going to be able to prolong this much longer.

So he doesn't, he works his middle finger inside her while his thumb feels for her clit, attentive to her reaction because it sates him. He even falls silent for the precious few seconds it requires for him to concentrate on her fully. ]

Yeah, it's why you keep me around. [ A laugh, low and reedy. ] I'm not complaining.