She'd probably laugh if she knew what his concern was right now. For two reasons. The biggest reason is, of course, that it means he's far enough away from the painful confessions of his family if his focus is on his dick again. A secondary reason, but still funny, is that he's already been hard once, and in far more societally questionable circumstances. Getting an erection because someone you're sexually attracted to is trying to suck your soul out through your mouth, that's got to be far more universal than having the same reaction when that person is trying to break your kneecaps.
That's not on her mind, though, not her concern. She's worried about his impulses, and the lack of control he's currently experiencing. She pulls her mouth away from his, but not her body, nipping at his bottom lip, pecking the corner of his mouth, before moving in to kiss him again. After another thirty seconds or so, she pulls back a tiny bit like she did before, takes a breath, flicks the tip of her tongue against his teeth and then pulls his face to hers again. The third time she pulls back it's to take a quick nip at the tip of his tongue, to sink her teeth harder into his bottom lip.
She's very aware of the effect she's having on him. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't working her up again, too. That's not the point of it, though. Each time she pulls back, it's a test. He doesn't try to speak, and when she brings her mouth close again, he's right there waiting and eager to kiss her. He won't try and talk again. Whatever was fighting to get out of him, it's passed.
That's the thing that makes her truly pull back. She doesn't move off of his lap, doesn't let go of his neck, but she puts enough distance between them to properly see his face. There's a question in her eyes, wondering if it's better, if she's right in her assumption that it's passed. Her fingers continue to scratch unthinkingly against the nape of his neck, and it takes her a moment to catch her breath. She's not sure what they're going to end up doing to each other if this situation doesn't break soon. She opens her mouth to share her concern, and it feels different. "I-- You're a hideously ugly person." The second the words are out of her mouth, her whole face lights up, utter elation in every molecule of her being, and when he laughs, she smacks his chest. "I can lie to you! Lie to me."
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That's not on her mind, though, not her concern. She's worried about his impulses, and the lack of control he's currently experiencing. She pulls her mouth away from his, but not her body, nipping at his bottom lip, pecking the corner of his mouth, before moving in to kiss him again. After another thirty seconds or so, she pulls back a tiny bit like she did before, takes a breath, flicks the tip of her tongue against his teeth and then pulls his face to hers again. The third time she pulls back it's to take a quick nip at the tip of his tongue, to sink her teeth harder into his bottom lip.
She's very aware of the effect she's having on him. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't working her up again, too. That's not the point of it, though. Each time she pulls back, it's a test. He doesn't try to speak, and when she brings her mouth close again, he's right there waiting and eager to kiss her. He won't try and talk again. Whatever was fighting to get out of him, it's passed.
That's the thing that makes her truly pull back. She doesn't move off of his lap, doesn't let go of his neck, but she puts enough distance between them to properly see his face. There's a question in her eyes, wondering if it's better, if she's right in her assumption that it's passed. Her fingers continue to scratch unthinkingly against the nape of his neck, and it takes her a moment to catch her breath. She's not sure what they're going to end up doing to each other if this situation doesn't break soon. She opens her mouth to share her concern, and it feels different. "I-- You're a hideously ugly person." The second the words are out of her mouth, her whole face lights up, utter elation in every molecule of her being, and when he laughs, she smacks his chest. "I can lie to you! Lie to me."