[ you'd think after years of pining after this collective bond they share, they would have long casted aside any sense of abashment. but, he can't deny being endeared to her small displays of embarrassment. his chest swells with a certain degree of pride, as if her current state was entirely of his own making. as if he molded it with his own hands, and in some ways, maybe that isn't entirely off. except, it probably went both ways.
his hands still travel over her body, they feel her with certain heat that he feels he can no longer control. while his emotions may have one been as steady as the tides, his passion now burns hotter than the flames he possesses. but, almost opposite to his haste to have her, is definitely the component of him taking his time in tasting her. he still holds her breasts, squeezing them just enough for him to angle them better in his mouth, enough for his slick tongue to envelop them in their velvety softness.
until he's almost thrown off by her words—
jk, when he pulls away, there's a string of saliva still attached to his lips, and he almost seems out of it. ]
Are you sure? I feel like I'm getting close. Maybe I have to try a little harder. [ a joke...
even in the midst of this. but, he's also having a hard time when she's touching him like that. it's embarrassingly obvious, especially when his tip is already glistening with the sign of his obvious arousal. it coats that thumb of hers which keeps rubbing him.
in spite that, he moves his hand from her chest to her hips, to her legs. his palms begin to massage her upper thighs, as they travel higher and closer to her core. his brows furrow just slightly, almost as if he were deliberating on what to taste next. but with the way his fingers are moving, it might be clear what that might be... ]
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his hands still travel over her body, they feel her with certain heat that he feels he can no longer control. while his emotions may have one been as steady as the tides, his passion now burns hotter than the flames he possesses. but, almost opposite to his haste to have her, is definitely the component of him taking his time in tasting her. he still holds her breasts, squeezing them just enough for him to angle them better in his mouth, enough for his slick tongue to envelop them in their velvety softness.
until he's almost thrown off by her words—
jk, when he pulls away, there's a string of saliva still attached to his lips, and he almost seems out of it. ]
Are you sure? I feel like I'm getting close. Maybe I have to try a little harder. [ a joke...
even in the midst of this. but, he's also having a hard time when she's touching him like that. it's embarrassingly obvious, especially when his tip is already glistening with the sign of his obvious arousal. it coats that thumb of hers which keeps rubbing him.
in spite that, he moves his hand from her chest to her hips, to her legs. his palms begin to massage her upper thighs, as they travel higher and closer to her core. his brows furrow just slightly, almost as if he were deliberating on what to taste next. but with the way his fingers are moving, it might be clear what that might be... ]