( every bit of that carefully laced control is nearly lost when she hears that grunt press through his teeth, savoring it, replaying it, determined to find out what other sort of noises she could spur out of him, how he'd look with their roles reversed: lying beneath her while she set the pace, while she took him. it wouldn't really be a loss if she merely tugged those layers out of the way just then, if she wrapped her fingers around him and nudged him up against her hot heat — but as she's found, he's been well worth the wait, and despite the vixen-like nature in which she taunts him, there's still that underlying patience that's engraved too deeply to shake.
she's not cold nor practiced nor sated enough to deny him. there's no part of her that wants to, made more so by the way she can see the way the words root themselves within him. the way he leaves her, even if just briefly, mind none too kindly taking him elsewhere before he's back with her again.
it's a reminder even in the jowls of hunger that they both needed something soft, after all they'd been through.
it's an easy tug beside her thigh to inch those briefs down his own, and her lips part to a sharp, stuttered exhale at the sight of his cock springing free from the restraint. lithe fingers take hold of him, all lively heat and flesh, and she's using the swollen prodding of it's head to nudge her panties to the side. she guides him from her clit down to her heat, then back up again as if to lather him, forehead falling down to greet his own, letting him feel the silken folds of her without quite yet letting him delve inside. )
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she's not cold nor practiced nor sated enough to deny him. there's no part of her that wants to, made more so by the way she can see the way the words root themselves within him. the way he leaves her, even if just briefly, mind none too kindly taking him elsewhere before he's back with her again.
it's a reminder even in the jowls of hunger that they both needed something soft, after all they'd been through.
it's an easy tug beside her thigh to inch those briefs down his own, and her lips part to a sharp, stuttered exhale at the sight of his cock springing free from the restraint. lithe fingers take hold of him, all lively heat and flesh, and she's using the swollen prodding of it's head to nudge her panties to the side. she guides him from her clit down to her heat, then back up again as if to lather him, forehead falling down to greet his own, letting him feel the silken folds of her without quite yet letting him delve inside. )