( there's a debauched flush that's colored her cheeks, and all it takes is that encouraging growl of his at her lips to tug at that last thread and she's coming apart around him. silken walls spasm around those two fingers as he rings her through it, that bundle of her clit suddenly sensitive enough to leave hips flitting like after-shocks towards his wrist. there's blissful tug after tug, pulsing richly through her and there's a gratified, drawn-out moan that ebbs every time that current takes her again. it's muffled, soothed by the way he claims her mouth in a bruising kiss, and she doesn't miss the flare of pride there in knowing he'd been the one to bring her here, thighs aching as they release their taunt clasp at his sides.
a spent whine huffs against his lips once she finally begins to come down, fingers that'd raveled within his hair falling to a soothing pattern, nails praising him with a lazed circle — and while the rest of her seems to slow down, take a breath, her pulse still thuds unbridled within her chest. she's claiming her own lips with teeth as his fingers slip out of her, leaving the ache of her walls despairingly empty only to crawl up between them and disappear into the cave of his mouth instead.
she's helpless to watch as he samples her, appreciatively laves his tongue around the digits to take in the glaze of her that'd left them coated. the sight of it alone leaves her eyes blown, and certainly doesn't help her efforts to gain some semblance of a steady breath in. she thumbs across that stubble-ridden chin, fixes on the gloss that's left behind and despite his words in waiting for a response, she's reaching up to give a languid pull at his lower lip. there isn't much that's sharp there, just a nip of teeth and her own swipe of tongue to taste herself there.
a hum in finality, and maybe it's that post-coital daze that has her smiling beneath him, tracing fingertips up beside his brow bone. )
Yeah. ( a mumble, reassured with a nod. ) Are you?
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a spent whine huffs against his lips once she finally begins to come down, fingers that'd raveled within his hair falling to a soothing pattern, nails praising him with a lazed circle — and while the rest of her seems to slow down, take a breath, her pulse still thuds unbridled within her chest. she's claiming her own lips with teeth as his fingers slip out of her, leaving the ache of her walls despairingly empty only to crawl up between them and disappear into the cave of his mouth instead.
she's helpless to watch as he samples her, appreciatively laves his tongue around the digits to take in the glaze of her that'd left them coated. the sight of it alone leaves her eyes blown, and certainly doesn't help her efforts to gain some semblance of a steady breath in. she thumbs across that stubble-ridden chin, fixes on the gloss that's left behind and despite his words in waiting for a response, she's reaching up to give a languid pull at his lower lip. there isn't much that's sharp there, just a nip of teeth and her own swipe of tongue to taste herself there.
a hum in finality, and maybe it's that post-coital daze that has her smiling beneath him, tracing fingertips up beside his brow bone. )
Yeah. ( a mumble, reassured with a nod. ) Are you?