[ What he might realize is that everything about this moment for her, is about him. As if the true pleasure for her is not so much in the act, but rather his reaction. It's there in the way she can't bring herself to look away from his face, completely focused on him as he starts to slowly push inside of her. Her hand flutters at her throat, the other still gripping their crumpled sheets, the groan she swallows vibrating through her chest but she doesn't dare close her eyes, let alone look away.
He'd perhaps learned enough about her these last two days to realize that trust doesn't come easily for her, to appreciate that this, with him said something more than just pushing boundaries and chasing a thrill and while her seemingly easy acceptance and even encouragement of this idea might suggest that this is normal for her... It might not take much to realize that while this probably wasn't a first for her, it was far from usual.
The thrill that comes from seeing his features twist with his pleasure, softens as she drinks in his features. Her shallow gasp having more to do with what she reads in his eyes than her body's reaction to that slow entry and her fingers twitch at her throat, every instinct wanting to pull him to her as they hold there in suspended motion looking into each others eyes. ]
Peter.
[ It's soft, filled with awe and sounds almost like a revelation as she pulls in a shuddering breath and he'd see more than need, more than desire looking back at him. There is something far more intimate about this for the both of them and she allows her mask to slip so he might read that in this moment as her hand releases the sheets to curl around his forearm, needing to have more contact with him as he starts to move inside her. ]
How amazing? [ Gently urging him to show her more.] I wanna know... how good it feels for you.
I mean clearly
He'd perhaps learned enough about her these last two days to realize that trust doesn't come easily for her, to appreciate that this, with him said something more than just pushing boundaries and chasing a thrill and while her seemingly easy acceptance and even encouragement of this idea might suggest that this is normal for her... It might not take much to realize that while this probably wasn't a first for her, it was far from usual.
The thrill that comes from seeing his features twist with his pleasure, softens as she drinks in his features. Her shallow gasp having more to do with what she reads in his eyes than her body's reaction to that slow entry and her fingers twitch at her throat, every instinct wanting to pull him to her as they hold there in suspended motion looking into each others eyes. ]
Peter.
[ It's soft, filled with awe and sounds almost like a revelation as she pulls in a shuddering breath and he'd see more than need, more than desire looking back at him. There is something far more intimate about this for the both of them and she allows her mask to slip so he might read that in this moment as her hand releases the sheets to curl around his forearm, needing to have more contact with him as he starts to move inside her. ]
How amazing? [ Gently urging him to show her more.] I wanna know... how good it feels for you.