His teasing has her wound so tightly that she sobs in relief once he spreads her apart, consequently exposing the effect his languid exploration has had. She's too wet for it to be overlooked, dripping onto her thighs until they've become messy and sticky with the slickness of her arousal. Don't be surprised by how badly I want you, she'd said, and he has the evidence of her desperation glistening in front of him. Unashamed, she parts her legs wider to him and twists her hips up toward him in silent permission.
Silent permission that isn't silent for long, drawn out of her by the glide of his mouth along the corded muscles of her thighs. They tremble in response, barely noticeable tremors to speak to her overstimulated nerve-endings. ]
Please. [ Her voice cracks, but she's past the point of pride or sanity. She's held herself back from entreating him long enough for fear of inadvertently rushing him, but her resolve crumbles in the face of what he's offering. ] Please. I need you to.
[ She pleads in a string of babbling, gaze skirting down the length of her torso to settle on his plump, swollen mouth. His mouth looks like it's perfect for this, sinfully so. At the thought, she presses her heel between his shoulder blades and pushes down lightly, urging him forward. ]
athena is still my spirit animal
His teasing has her wound so tightly that she sobs in relief once he spreads her apart, consequently exposing the effect his languid exploration has had. She's too wet for it to be overlooked, dripping onto her thighs until they've become messy and sticky with the slickness of her arousal. Don't be surprised by how badly I want you, she'd said, and he has the evidence of her desperation glistening in front of him. Unashamed, she parts her legs wider to him and twists her hips up toward him in silent permission.
Silent permission that isn't silent for long, drawn out of her by the glide of his mouth along the corded muscles of her thighs. They tremble in response, barely noticeable tremors to speak to her overstimulated nerve-endings. ]
Please. [ Her voice cracks, but she's past the point of pride or sanity. She's held herself back from entreating him long enough for fear of inadvertently rushing him, but her resolve crumbles in the face of what he's offering. ] Please. I need you to.
[ She pleads in a string of babbling, gaze skirting down the length of her torso to settle on his plump, swollen mouth. His mouth looks like it's perfect for this, sinfully so. At the thought, she presses her heel between his shoulder blades and pushes down lightly, urging him forward. ]