She loves it, she decides immediately. The softness of Adora's breasts when she presses her fingers into the curves, the arch of her back; when she swallows so harshly, blue eyes determined, trying to keep herself restrained.
Catra shifts herself down, pressing onto Adora's leg and it's -- not good enough, it's not right. She's in a bad position, a bad angle or something, because when she rolls her hips it's only a fraction of the sensation she gets from her own hand, and she knows that's wrong. That has to be wrong. The way Adora makes her feel just from her fingers curling into the fur of her stomach is hot and electric, and Catra wants that.
It has to be the position.
She moves her weight back onto her knees, leaning back down to graze her teeth against Adora's ear even as she scrapes her nails against her hardened nipples before pinching them between thumb and forefinger, rolling them as best she can through the fabric. She's better balanced this time, the blessing of having her hands on Adora's chest, and she takes a second just to listen to her. Just to breathe her in.
"Bend your knee for me." She whispers the command so quietly it might have been a ghost of the words, but she's so close she knows Adora will hear her clearly. Her tail drags up one of Adora's legs in demonstration, urging her, and Catra's already shifting so that she can straddle and press against that thigh when it rises. Because it will rise, she's sure; Adora wants this too, after all.
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Catra shifts herself down, pressing onto Adora's leg and it's -- not good enough, it's not right. She's in a bad position, a bad angle or something, because when she rolls her hips it's only a fraction of the sensation she gets from her own hand, and she knows that's wrong. That has to be wrong. The way Adora makes her feel just from her fingers curling into the fur of her stomach is hot and electric, and Catra wants that.
It has to be the position.
She moves her weight back onto her knees, leaning back down to graze her teeth against Adora's ear even as she scrapes her nails against her hardened nipples before pinching them between thumb and forefinger, rolling them as best she can through the fabric. She's better balanced this time, the blessing of having her hands on Adora's chest, and she takes a second just to listen to her. Just to breathe her in.
"Bend your knee for me." She whispers the command so quietly it might have been a ghost of the words, but she's so close she knows Adora will hear her clearly. Her tail drags up one of Adora's legs in demonstration, urging her, and Catra's already shifting so that she can straddle and press against that thigh when it rises. Because it will rise, she's sure; Adora wants this too, after all.