They've proven themselves to both be adaptable people, and she's confident in their ability to enjoy each other to the fullest extent possible. She's not above communicating her needs and what she likes, and she hasn't gotten the impression that he's going to mind additional direction. She's the expert in her own body after all, so he's going to get her opinion on matters.
Latex has a taste, but she's accustomed to it at this point. Feeling the heat and texture of him was delightful, exciting her for what she expects to come (and to cum). Even after indulging on Sarano, Rogue couldn't glean enough physical contact. She doesn't think she'll ever get enough if she's being honest. There's not exactly enough to balance the years of deprecation, of negative association, and of the haunting guilt that came with her mutation, at least not a quantitative one.
That teasing question tended to have a different level of response depending directly on that level of arrogance. For Remy, who knew his beauty to the point of an over-inflate ego, she would push back harder, knowing it would do little to dampen his confidence. But he enjoyed that level of feisty. She's unsure how much to push with Cobb. "You're a well-aged man. Like a good whiskey." And her drawl runs smooth and low as he touches her.
When his hands find her ass, Rogue takes that as the opportunity to settle her weight against him and nestle the wet heat of her soaking through her panties, the squeeze encouraging her to rock more roughly against him. She shudders again, exhaling a breathy moan at this and his answer. "Ah rarely get the chance to properly suck a cock or sit on a pretty face." And damn does she love giving and receiving oral, one of the most intimate skin on skin contact she thinks. There's a huff of a knowing laugh at the not of her riding him. To no one's surprise, she loves being on top.
He distracts her from redundantly acknowledging that fact when his fingers slide against her, a warm shiver of anticipation rolling through her at the heat of him. And he doesn't have to wait long for her face to start shifting into one of more obvious pleasure, small cracks appearing in her composure. They only grow when he slips inside her with another moan from her, and while his touch is light, she adjusts her hips to give him a better angle, more room to work. It's also probably no surprise that she's just as strong there as the rest of her alludes. "Likewise sugah. Ah want to wreck you." In the best way possible.
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Latex has a taste, but she's accustomed to it at this point. Feeling the heat and texture of him was delightful, exciting her for what she expects to come (and to cum). Even after indulging on Sarano, Rogue couldn't glean enough physical contact. She doesn't think she'll ever get enough if she's being honest. There's not exactly enough to balance the years of deprecation, of negative association, and of the haunting guilt that came with her mutation, at least not a quantitative one.
That teasing question tended to have a different level of response depending directly on that level of arrogance. For Remy, who knew his beauty to the point of an over-inflate ego, she would push back harder, knowing it would do little to dampen his confidence. But he enjoyed that level of feisty. She's unsure how much to push with Cobb. "You're a well-aged man. Like a good whiskey." And her drawl runs smooth and low as he touches her.
When his hands find her ass, Rogue takes that as the opportunity to settle her weight against him and nestle the wet heat of her soaking through her panties, the squeeze encouraging her to rock more roughly against him. She shudders again, exhaling a breathy moan at this and his answer. "Ah rarely get the chance to properly suck a cock or sit on a pretty face." And damn does she love giving and receiving oral, one of the most intimate skin on skin contact she thinks. There's a huff of a knowing laugh at the not of her riding him. To no one's surprise, she loves being on top.
He distracts her from redundantly acknowledging that fact when his fingers slide against her, a warm shiver of anticipation rolling through her at the heat of him. And he doesn't have to wait long for her face to start shifting into one of more obvious pleasure, small cracks appearing in her composure. They only grow when he slips inside her with another moan from her, and while his touch is light, she adjusts her hips to give him a better angle, more room to work. It's also probably no surprise that she's just as strong there as the rest of her alludes. "Likewise sugah. Ah want to wreck you." In the best way possible.