( limbs move softly, carefully to aid him in slipping that last, lacy layer of hers down past the hook of knees, the catch of ankles and lastly to the floor behind him. it's difficult to prepare herself for the sight that follows, unsure she could've even if it'd been something to expect—far fewer were the men that sought to please a woman with their mouth before taking for themselves. a means of selfless pleasure even before the mutuality of being in bed with another.
it isn't that it's unthought of, baby far too curious to see the way she comes unraveled just as she did in that bedouin tent merely at the attention of a denim-coated thigh hitched between her legs. now's no different, he's got that same look in his eye, a drive potent and glazing enough that there's already that sweet coil of heat beginning to wind beneath her navel merely in anticipation.
the moment kisses begin their delivery to the inner of her knee, there's a moment where she can't help but to close her eyes on a sigh as head rests back against the bed, rather than straining to watch him as desperately as she wishes too. mouth draws closer, and closer, and it's only when she manages to reach deft fingers into familiar, brunet strands of his that she's fluttering hues open again. it's electric, a consuming swarm of her abdomen the second his mouth closes around her clit, hot and impossibly soft, and she's drawing in a sharp inhale if only for it to give body to an appreciative moan, quieted but full.
fingers tighten, figure tensing, and the only thing that comprehends with her tongue is his name, whispered and taken. )
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it isn't that it's unthought of, baby far too curious to see the way she comes unraveled just as she did in that bedouin tent merely at the attention of a denim-coated thigh hitched between her legs. now's no different, he's got that same look in his eye, a drive potent and glazing enough that there's already that sweet coil of heat beginning to wind beneath her navel merely in anticipation.
the moment kisses begin their delivery to the inner of her knee, there's a moment where she can't help but to close her eyes on a sigh as head rests back against the bed, rather than straining to watch him as desperately as she wishes too. mouth draws closer, and closer, and it's only when she manages to reach deft fingers into familiar, brunet strands of his that she's fluttering hues open again. it's electric, a consuming swarm of her abdomen the second his mouth closes around her clit, hot and impossibly soft, and she's drawing in a sharp inhale if only for it to give body to an appreciative moan, quieted but full.
fingers tighten, figure tensing, and the only thing that comprehends with her tongue is his name, whispered and taken. )