[she doesn't quite relax, but she already feels a world of difference. What had been too much moments before, was enough to send waves of pleasure through her now. Enough so that she needs to balance herself against the headboard.
Her breath hitches whenever his tongue laps against her just right. She feels herself getting wetter, and hotter. His hair gives her great leverage for communicating when she can't quite find the sound for what the wants, her fingers tangled in his hair, her thighs quivering around him.]
Much better...
[she 'hmm's happily, her cheeks, neck, and collarbone flushing red, as she feels herself start to get hotter.]
[There's - a thrill as she clutches his scalp, her hands in his hair as the way she tells him she's enjoying it when her moans can't. fingers have grasped his head roughly before - but that was in the middle of fights, not in an act of passion like this, and the frission from it - of feeling owned, of knowing he's in a completely vulnerable position - is making him achingly hard, even as he practically worships at her feet, tongue moving and tasting that growing wetness, nibbling ever so gently at her clit and folds before switching back to licking.
This - is nice. And he's learning things about himself by the second, honestly.]
[a soft moan escapes her lips at that light nibble, and she bites down on her lip. her fingers flex in his hair, while she has to school herself to stay still, to not react by moving her hips, not yet.
her body feels on fire, though, and she feels wet, hotness sliding down her thighs in response to him.]
[As she says that, he pauses - and she might be able to feel as he says 'yes, ma'am' against her before a hand shifts from her hips down to her mons, callosed fingers brushing against her lips before moving upwards, making slow circles around her clit as his tongue moves down to her entrance, really getting to taste her now as the tip of his tongue slips inside.]
[and that gets another moan from her, her hips rocking instinctively. The increased pressure from his fingers, and the teasing of her entrance makes it hard for her to stay upright, and so she has to use her hands, one against the headboard, and the other flexing in his hair.
Otherwise she might collapse from the flood of feelings that provides. It's easy to read the way she's reacting, with how her breath is catching, how she's having to fight to still herself.
This was more than she could have possibly imagined, and there's just... the added thrill of him being underneath her as he does it, that he's listening to her ever command.
it's almost too much. she didn't even know she could be this thirsty.]
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Her breath hitches whenever his tongue laps against her just right. She feels herself getting wetter, and hotter. His hair gives her great leverage for communicating when she can't quite find the sound for what the wants, her fingers tangled in his hair, her thighs quivering around him.]
Much better...
[she 'hmm's happily, her cheeks, neck, and collarbone flushing red, as she feels herself start to get hotter.]
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This - is nice. And he's learning things about himself by the second, honestly.]
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her body feels on fire, though, and she feels wet, hotness sliding down her thighs in response to him.]
U... Use your hands, too...
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Otherwise she might collapse from the flood of feelings that provides. It's easy to read the way she's reacting, with how her breath is catching, how she's having to fight to still herself.
This was more than she could have possibly imagined, and there's just... the added thrill of him being underneath her as he does it, that he's listening to her ever command.
it's almost too much. she didn't even know she could be this thirsty.]