[The response is exactly what he's looking for, unrelenting now that he knows he's put her in the mood. He notices how she grips his wrist, certainly not the first time she's done it. Though his free hand doesn't have much room, it's enough to reach up to wriggle under the palm of her hand that clutches his shirt, forcing its way up to break her grasp, allowing his mouth to come down to suck on her fingers. He gazes at her from behind her own hand, eyes darkened with want, stopping only to reassure her:]
I'll help change the bedding when we're done.
[Though he knows it's the principle of it, rather than making the bed dirty, he doesn't really care. Ajax takes the opportunity to slip his fingers inside, letting his thumb take on the responsibility of spreading heat through her body as his fingers press and search for the right spot.]
Besides, he doesn't have to know about our own private dealings.
[Her fingers forgotten, he grips her wrist now, pressing in to crash into her lips for another deep lock between the two of them, imposing himself as he continues to press his fingers deep within her.]
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I'll help change the bedding when we're done.
[Though he knows it's the principle of it, rather than making the bed dirty, he doesn't really care. Ajax takes the opportunity to slip his fingers inside, letting his thumb take on the responsibility of spreading heat through her body as his fingers press and search for the right spot.]
Besides, he doesn't have to know about our own private dealings.
[Her fingers forgotten, he grips her wrist now, pressing in to crash into her lips for another deep lock between the two of them, imposing himself as he continues to press his fingers deep within her.]