It's not hard to draw her closer. She wants to be there. Pressed against him. Wrapped around him, long legs and pale arms and long, clawed fingers. Her spider body adds weight to her closeness.
She presses into his hand, because the touch is to gentle, too light, and right now she craves something else. Something more forceful. Her hand covers his, guiding him to use more pressure, to move more roughly.
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It's not hard to draw her closer. She wants to be there. Pressed against him. Wrapped around him, long legs and pale arms and long, clawed fingers. Her spider body adds weight to her closeness.
She presses into his hand, because the touch is to gentle, too light, and right now she craves something else. Something more forceful. Her hand covers his, guiding him to use more pressure, to move more roughly.
"You don't have to worry. You won't hurt me."