( it isn't hard to guess where that twin palm of his has fled to, even with the burning touch he leaves behind along her thigh, heel pressing into the broad, upper-span of his back—body moving of it's own volition, now, just as he'd asked. for her to move unforgivingly with and against him, to seek out her own little angles while he simultaneously finds them, rewarding him with a bit harsher of tugs every time he licks to one of those favored spots, every time he finds a rhythm against her clit that sends her whirling all the closer to her end.
it's difficult, keeping herself together when he dines on her so enthusiastically, when she can hear how wet he's made her, how he takes care to lap up every single drop of her, to make a mess of her only for him to enjoy. she's not as finessed, ridden in need rather than composure, want rather than an unwavering control, and it shows in the stutter of her hips, how they chase his tongue and how they seize when he sweeps it inside of hot walls.
it's that—his eagerness, the unison of lips and tongue and the faintest hint of teeth, fingers toying at the pink rise of her nipple, the image of him staving off his own end that builds merely by tasting her. dizzied, all she can do now is keep eyes tightly fastened to a close, grasps telling against her arm, within his hair, and it's once he finds her clit again, moans against it to send a delightful vibration against the hood of her that she's entirely unaware of how loudly she moans, how desperate she sounds—a fire taking to the pyre beneath her navel instantly as she builds. )
Fuck— Baby, right there. ( a shiver trembling through her body, pulling rather harshly at his hair, keeping him buried against her as if unwilling to lose that maddening rise of white heat that takes her over. )
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it's difficult, keeping herself together when he dines on her so enthusiastically, when she can hear how wet he's made her, how he takes care to lap up every single drop of her, to make a mess of her only for him to enjoy. she's not as finessed, ridden in need rather than composure, want rather than an unwavering control, and it shows in the stutter of her hips, how they chase his tongue and how they seize when he sweeps it inside of hot walls.
it's that—his eagerness, the unison of lips and tongue and the faintest hint of teeth, fingers toying at the pink rise of her nipple, the image of him staving off his own end that builds merely by tasting her. dizzied, all she can do now is keep eyes tightly fastened to a close, grasps telling against her arm, within his hair, and it's once he finds her clit again, moans against it to send a delightful vibration against the hood of her that she's entirely unaware of how loudly she moans, how desperate she sounds—a fire taking to the pyre beneath her navel instantly as she builds. )
Fuck— Baby, right there. ( a shiver trembling through her body, pulling rather harshly at his hair, keeping him buried against her as if unwilling to lose that maddening rise of white heat that takes her over. )