( he knows he has her, she can feel the surety in how he only doubles the effort put forth at that particular spot, the hunger while he practically feasts at the sweetness between her thighs; she's helpless to him, the perfect tandem of his tongue against her clit, working her just how she needs it, mouth locked yet sliding given how wet she is, how she still can't keep still against him, but it's enough to edge her closer. closer, yet, to a point where mind spins almost in begging to break, to release the pocket of heat that rings even to fingertips, to the curl of toes at his back.
there's a moment when the noises between them—the crisp sound of pants meeting one another, groans muffled against silken lips and her own melodiously filling the room unashamedly—where everything hushes to a deafening static, where she seems to suspend in a tantalizing limbo that sets each of her nerves on fire. it holds her for a second, two, three before her inners contract, and that orgasm shatters over her with a gasp.
it takes her with it, rippling slow, pressure-filled rocks against his mouth to draw out every numbing wave, crying out in sync with every motion, every pull that draws down along her abdomen, knuckles gone white in his hair and opposite clasping to the sheets beside her. sharply yanking at both, tiny curses along with bits and pieces of his name breathlessly calling from her. )
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there's a moment when the noises between them—the crisp sound of pants meeting one another, groans muffled against silken lips and her own melodiously filling the room unashamedly—where everything hushes to a deafening static, where she seems to suspend in a tantalizing limbo that sets each of her nerves on fire. it holds her for a second, two, three before her inners contract, and that orgasm shatters over her with a gasp.
it takes her with it, rippling slow, pressure-filled rocks against his mouth to draw out every numbing wave, crying out in sync with every motion, every pull that draws down along her abdomen, knuckles gone white in his hair and opposite clasping to the sheets beside her. sharply yanking at both, tiny curses along with bits and pieces of his name breathlessly calling from her. )