( thankfully, blessedly, it really is like riding a bike and having all of those motions instinctively come back to him: remembering the weight and pressure, where to put his hands, his mouth. applying single-minded devotion to a particular problem that he needs to solve, and right now that problem is karen herself: a puzzle-box he needs to flip the right switches to pry open. there's her panting breath and that small keen in the back of her throat (and to his own surprise, that sound sparks the smallest murmur of desire already starting to stir again between his legs— huh, that was new, post-serum). her hand seizes on his, shoves him where he needs to be, her smaller hand guiding his heavy one as he plunges deeper, his fingers dripping wet.
he had been a sniper once, and this is like a kind of marksmanship, perhaps: the way she lines him up and shows him where to go, the exact target to hit. right there, don't stop, and so he leans in, applies more pressure, starts flexing his hand faster and faster as he speeds up, hitting that spot over and over, karen's breath becoming more frayed and ragged as they play those strings together and her body bucks reflexively. her chest arches off the sofa cushions again, which brings their bodies closer and puts her back within range that he can, on impulse, move and lick at her breast, lips closing around her nipple again as he pumps messily in and out of her, doggedly and inexorably dragging her towards that edge.
he doesn't back down from a challenge. and this is the most enjoyable kind of challenge. )
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he had been a sniper once, and this is like a kind of marksmanship, perhaps: the way she lines him up and shows him where to go, the exact target to hit. right there, don't stop, and so he leans in, applies more pressure, starts flexing his hand faster and faster as he speeds up, hitting that spot over and over, karen's breath becoming more frayed and ragged as they play those strings together and her body bucks reflexively. her chest arches off the sofa cushions again, which brings their bodies closer and puts her back within range that he can, on impulse, move and lick at her breast, lips closing around her nipple again as he pumps messily in and out of her, doggedly and inexorably dragging her towards that edge.
he doesn't back down from a challenge. and this is the most enjoyable kind of challenge. )