--She was wrong, actually, about Adora's hand? The one on her ear? Because once Adora remembers how her fingers work, the first stroke along it feels as good as it always has, and the part of Catra holding on to deliberate thought crumbles and falls away the same way it always does when Adora pets her. Her head lolls into the scratches and rubs, and she really - she can't-- she has to part her lips to breathe, long draws of air, and clench her jaw quickly shut when Adora's hesitant touch on her breast turns confident. Catra doesn't even reach the realization that Adora's clued in, just folds down into her at the first pleasurable press of her nipple between Adora's fingers, her own trembling as they mimic the movement. And Adora's fingers roll the sensitive nub, and she feels the stiffness of Adora's as she copies her and the jolt of her hips into hers (or is that Catra's into Adora's?) and something about Adora has -- changed. Catra has neither the presence of mind nor the will to pause long enough to think about what it is, is just falling under the warmth of pleasure Adora's steadily building in her, and she has just enough rationality left to know, to know, that she's not -- she's not going to be able to keep quiet at the peak of her release.
She manages one desperate, quiet gasp for air; and then she pushes her body up, dragging across Adora's, and she -- just needs -- she has to bite on something, but one of her hands is trapped spasming between Adora's crotch and her own thigh, and the other she won't remove from Adora's breast, and she -- she
She doesn't have time to think too much about it, lifting her chin to grip the blanket draped across the side of Adora's chin between her teeth, feeling the line of Adora's jaw against her cheek as her body clenches, and spasms; and there's a short, choked noise that she hopes, dearly hopes isn't audible beyond their ears as Catra pushes back into Adora's hip, onto Adora's thigh, into Adora's hand, and shudders against her as her mind completely blanks under the wash of hot pressure, undulating against Adora's body with every wave that her orgasm brings.
--She'll be embarrassed about this later, about how easily she came apart from Adora's barest touches when her own are often unsatisfactory, but right now? Right now this is the most intense, most full-body climax she's ever reached, and Catra's going to be riding it as far as it'll take her.
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She manages one desperate, quiet gasp for air; and then she pushes her body up, dragging across Adora's, and she -- just needs -- she has to bite on something, but one of her hands is trapped spasming between Adora's crotch and her own thigh, and the other she won't remove from Adora's breast, and she -- she
She doesn't have time to think too much about it, lifting her chin to grip the blanket draped across the side of Adora's chin between her teeth, feeling the line of Adora's jaw against her cheek as her body clenches, and spasms; and there's a short, choked noise that she hopes, dearly hopes isn't audible beyond their ears as Catra pushes back into Adora's hip, onto Adora's thigh, into Adora's hand, and shudders against her as her mind completely blanks under the wash of hot pressure, undulating against Adora's body with every wave that her orgasm brings.
--She'll be embarrassed about this later, about how easily she came apart from Adora's barest touches when her own are often unsatisfactory, but right now? Right now this is the most intense, most full-body climax she's ever reached, and Catra's going to be riding it as far as it'll take her.