Valerie wriggles closer to him and sighs, kissing him back. She moans gently when he calls her his. "Yours," she agrees, gasping softly, with only a small lilt to her words. She's here being held and even if she's wishing for something a little more she's still controlled and his and it feels so very good. 

He shifts position slightly, hugs her with both arms, nuzzles her cheek and pets her hair and runs his hand down her back and hooks his fingers in her dress and tugs gently and then loosens his arms so she can get out of it. He's pretty sure she's perceptive enough to figure out what he wants.

Valerie can tell exactly what he wants. She wriggles out of her dress, wanting him to do more than just hold her, but still more than happy to press her body into him. To feel the strange warm feelings from doing so. To feel his arm around her, pulling her close, wrapped around her. She feels, oddly content, nestled up in him like this. She's ready for more, if and when more comes (and it will be his choice when it comes, fuck) but she's oddly alright with just lying together with him like this, too. 

"'S better," he mumbles, nuzzling her face again and cuddling her some more. This time when he wraps his arms around her, one hand ends up resting on her inner thigh, very very close to her crotch; he smiles and gives her an affectionate squeeze and then slides that hand a little higher. He likes reading her arousal in her mind, and even though he's still too sleepy to fuck her, he wants to see more of it. Wants to make her feel pleasure and desire along with the warmth and comfort.

She know's he's teasing, but it's not his usual teasing, the mean (and really fucking hot) kind where he brings her to the edge and brings her back over and over again. No, this is something softer, and sweeter, giving her pleasure and warmth even if he's going no further than that. For now. Valerie moans softly and presses her body closer appreciatively as he moves his hand a little higher, pressing into him, letting him feel just how turned on he makes her. She'd prefer for him to show her some real dominance, but this is what he wants right now, and that's what matters. He does still control her. Even if the feeling is muted a little, right now, because of what he wants, she still feels it, and it feels good to be controlled like this. She presses into him more and breathes softly into his ear, waiting and hoping for him to wake up, and take what's rightfully his. 

"Mmm." Yes good. Cozy. Warm. Soft. Good good good.

He touches her and strokes her and nuzzles her and holds her and gives her soft sleepy kisses. And he is very sleepy, and you'd think this would make him worse at teasing her just right, and to a certain extent it does, but apparently even half-asleep he's still good enough to deliver sensations with astonishing skill and subtlety. He wants to give her a slow sweet wave of pleasure building gradually over the course of long sleepy snuggly minutes, and that is exactly what she's getting.

That is very much what she's getting. It builds slowly but surely, filling her with need and elation and ache and wetness, as he touches her here... and strokes her there... and kisses her elsewhere... Valerie's movements slowly change from pressing into him softly and showing him how needy she is to pressing into him and writhing and moaning with desire. Still quietly, of course, and gently, since he's sleepy, and he doesn't want it in full. Yet, she hopes. Wants. Desires. But still clearly showing him just how cruel he's being to her, how aroused she is and how much she wants more. Whenever he's ready, of course. Fuck, she wants him so badly, wants to see him take her, to feel even more of his power over her. Please. Fuck. 

Her pleasure builds, and builds, and builds... and then he slows down, lets it fade a little... and then he gives her more again, lets it build a little higher... he's barely awake and he's still playing her body like a lovely violin, making gentle music on her nerves.

It gets less gentle as he goes on. Still slow, still sleepy, but he's holding her with a little more force, kissing her with a little more bite.

And then—he fucks her with his fingers, slowly, forcefully, making her really feel it, touching her and holding her in just the right way to concentrate her attention fully on the sensation of being filled and fucked—and he lets her get closer and closer and closer to coming, like this, never pulling back, never softening his touch to slow her down—

—and then, when she's right on the edge, he stops. And holds her in place.

What he's doing is gentler than normal, or at least it starts that way. The more he wakes up, the worse it gets, pleasure and need and desire slowly building more and more and more, cresting and falling slightly only to crest higher once again. It's shuddery and it's not overwhelming and it's nice but it's distracting and she wants him and he has her and it feels so good and blissful and soft and bubbly and it's only when he starts biting her that she feels it more sharply. And slowly washing over her in waves and waves of pleasure, each one slowly enveloping and overtaking her, making her shudder full in the knowledge that he's doing this to her. He's so strong and powerful and controlling and skillful and there's nothing she can do about it. Even when he fucks her with his fingers, and she moans, presses her legs together, and thrusts back at him, she just builds and builds and crests and builds and crests again... until she's almost there. And she gasps and whines with need, spiking even higher because he controls her like this and she writhes, trying to push over the edge, trying to get that last tiny speck of pleasure, fighting him even though she knows he's too much better than her to let her have it. She still wants it so badly. Fuck, fuck fuck she wants to cum now, not as sharp as usual, but she wants it. Please. Fuck. So fucking hot. So fucking good. So fucking his. 

He kisses her, and holds her, and waits until he can move again without instantly setting her off... and then he pulls her on top of him and slides his cock into her and fucks her, digging his fingers into her thighs for a better grip to move her with, and he's a little clumsier like this but he's still more than good enough to make her feel glorious.

Fuck he's so strong. Fucking hell. He holds her steady while she squirms, fighting him because it's so fucking hot to see how powerful he is, controlling her so completely. He lets her cresting pleasure start to fall and then he moves her. Lifting her and placing her where he wants because he can, he's so strong and domineering and there's nothing she can do but be put where he wants. Right on top of his fucking cock in her horny wet cunt and fuck it feels so good and his fingers feel so powerful gripping her and moving her and pulling her up and down, fuck. She cums, almost instantly, all composure forgotten in a moaning writhing orgasm on top of him, almost forgetting to give him the pleasure that he's so rightfully due, mostly enraptured in her own ecstasy. His power is incredible. Overwhelming. Intoxicating. And she's his, and soon more will be his and she'll get to see him do this to others once she gets Liz and it will be. So. Fucking. Hot.

It's exactly what he wants.

He fucks her while she whimpers and writhes, he watches her thoughts be swept away by the cresting wave of pleasure that he gave her, that he made her feel, and he keeps fucking her as the crest holds and holds and holds and finally starts to fade, and he's still fucking her at the end of it, and he kind of wonders if he can bring her up to another one like this but he's still sleepy enough that he'd rather just finish now instead. Mmmmm.

It takes a little while, given that he keeps fucking her, making her feel bursts of pleasure again and again and again, for Valerie to regain her composure, breathing heavily. When she does, she takes another short moment to pull herself together, before realizing that he's still fucking her. Which feels amazing. And from the way he's fucking her, thrusting deep inside her, making her feel warm and hot and fucking hot and so good, he's trying to get himself to finish off inside her. And, well, if nothing else, Valerie is the best (besides Sean. Perhaps.) at making others feel pleasure. And so, with renewed focus on what he wants, because she's devoted to him, she begins to rock her hips in time with his thrusts, squeezing and unsqueezing and gently rotating her hips, pulling him into her, even as she's pulled into him by his hands, (fuck he's so powerful), massaging his cock and making him feel the pleasure that she just felt, until she feels him cum, deep inside her, elating at the feel of it, and massaging more to increase his enjoyment of it, of her, of the girl that he owns, fuck. It's enough to get her halfway there again. She's so fucking his. 

Yes good perfect precious good his—

He comes, moaning softly, and as soon as he's done he pulls her down and wraps his arms around her and hugs her tightly and murmurs "Mine" into her hair.

With him still inside her, Valerie, writhes at the word, pressing her legs together and moaning back at him. The dominance and control tied up in that world feels incredible. He has so much power, so much control over her, and even as much as she enjoys seeing her own power used on others, it feels good to watch someone as strong as her be ground into the dust. Owned so completely and utterly that there's nothing she can do but be his. Fuck, she's his. And she loves it. And she can't wait to watch him do it to someone else. Fuck. Fuck. She's his. 

After seeing her think that, here, now, like this, there is no possible way he could do anything other than kiss her passionately.

Valerie is slightly surprised by the kiss, but it feels so hot and good, and she kisses him back, returning his passion with her own, pressing a little bit needily up against him, ready to see whatever he wants next. 

"Mmmmm."

Kiss.

"Mine. My Valerie."

He kisses her one more time and hugs her very tightly and then pulls up a blanket and nestles his face against the side of her neck and curls up sleepily with her wrapped up in his arms...

...and his hand between her legs, his fingers gently teasing her again.

Fuck he's hot. She's turned on from being used like that and watching him take her and now he's touching her and she wants to squirm and press herself into him. But he's being all soft again, holding her close and it feels sweet and nice and she leans into that, writhing against him gently as he teases her, enjoying the soft sweet feelings of it. She's his and he has so much control and it's so strange how he's being so kind and gentle with it, making her feel, well, good, even as she's needy and horny. But she's glad. It seems to make him happy, let him enjoy, it, and that's what matters. She does have thoughts on how he could be happier, but right now, well. She's content to enjoy this. To press her legs together into his hand, breathe warmly down his neck, and let him touch her, however he wants. 

So good.

Sleepily, cozily, but still very skillfully, he chases that sweet soft feeling. He wants her to feel good and soft and nice and—yes, like she belongs to him, because she does, but—right now she belongs to him in a cozy way.

He resumes building that long slow swelling wave of pleasure that rises and falls and rises again, and he murmurs sleepily against her neck, "I'll let you have it this time, don't worry."

Valerie feels all warm, and hot, pressed up against him like this. She's in his arms and it feels good and also there's his hands toying with her and that feels good. And he's teasing her, again, that annoying and hot and melting and aching way he likes, getting her close and writhing and making her want to beg as he lets it fall away. But it's sweeter, softer, kinder than usual. She's breathing warmly at him and pressing against him and rubbing against his hand whenever he lets her (because she's his to be let) but it's sweet, and kind, even as he teases her. And his reassurance is kind too. She doesn't fully understand this, but she's enjoying it. Sean is so much better to her than he needs to be. She's confused. But she's oddly glad. She lets him tease her and lets him know just how that makes her feel with her panting and body and wetness. And she waits, patiently, or impatiently, or both, for the release she's been promised. 

Mmmmmmm yes good. Good good good.

He keep touching her and teasing her and building her up oh so slowly, and then when he can feel her getting really close, he slows down just a little, just enough to draw it out a little longer, and kisses her neck and fills her with his fingers and makes her come.

Valerie is gasping with need by the time he gets her close, kissing him back with passion and desire, but he's all soft and sweet and sleepy and doesn't want too much at the moment but still she can hardly help herself. She grinds on his hand and presses her legs together, kissing him and letting him bite her and feeling controlled and his. 

And then he slows and she whines with need and starts to pout (playfully!) even while being turned on that he can just do that to her, and that's when he fills her and she cums, squirming and grinding on his fingers, pressing her legs together, a more muted orgasm than the last but still wonderful and beautiful and lovely and joyous. It feels so good to have this done to her like this. And be held in his arms while it happens. She doesn't understand it, but it feels so hot and so good and she's his. 

He sighs happily, and holds her, and when she's done and relaxing into his arms he takes his hand off her crotch and hugs her and nuzzles her and lets himself start to fall asleep.

Valerie lets him hold her (not that she has any choice) and breathes and relaxes into his hold and lets herself calm down. Enjoying the warm soft almost content sensation of being held like this. Relaxed. In his arms. In Sean's arms. It feels good and sweet and kind and relaxing and wonderful. And it's so easy to just stay there, with him wrapped around her, and let herself start to drift off contentedly as well.