// smile like you mean it //
He notices the way she tries to twist and change his course, from both the way her body twists and the way her hand in his hair against his sharp antlers to the back of his neck. He just doesn’t care to do any of it until her voice can reach him and he can taunt and tease her to his hearts content. “If I said that I had?” Comes her voice, innocent despite them both knowing otherwise.
“I may ask for how long.” Comes his thoughtful and arrogant response. “I may ask which you chose.” He supplies in answer to her broken up comments, as he truly does feel just how worked up he’s getting her. His finger presses in deeper, curling slightly before he picks a slow and languid pace to match the path his mouth takes as it dives down her body, along her throat, between her full breasts, deviating here to run his tongue along a perked nipple, to suck a mark against her chest where the bikini wouldn’t hide the bruise left behind.
He trails lower and lower, his free hand lifting her legs above his shoulders, where his mouth presses almost too hot kisses to the insides of her thighs, leaving a mark or two that he’s careful to not use his teeth for (but one may scrape a small scratch in the process), before he presses his finger in as deep as he can into her and pairs it with the hot swipe of his tongue against her clit, groaning at the taste and just how wet she is. Withdrawing slightly with a panting breath, dark eyes peer up at her from between her thighs. “I think we should start here, darling, don’t you?” His words are punctuated with the rhythm his finger picks, before he’s adding in a second finger, slowly trying to loosen her up as he watches her while returning his tongue to her clit, swirling and flicking.
“I may ask for how long.” Comes his thoughtful and arrogant response. “I may ask which you chose.” He supplies in answer to her broken up comments, as he truly does feel just how worked up he’s getting her. His finger presses in deeper, curling slightly before he picks a slow and languid pace to match the path his mouth takes as it dives down her body, along her throat, between her full breasts, deviating here to run his tongue along a perked nipple, to suck a mark against her chest where the bikini wouldn’t hide the bruise left behind.
He trails lower and lower, his free hand lifting her legs above his shoulders, where his mouth presses almost too hot kisses to the insides of her thighs, leaving a mark or two that he’s careful to not use his teeth for (but one may scrape a small scratch in the process), before he presses his finger in as deep as he can into her and pairs it with the hot swipe of his tongue against her clit, groaning at the taste and just how wet she is. Withdrawing slightly with a panting breath, dark eyes peer up at her from between her thighs. “I think we should start here, darling, don’t you?” His words are punctuated with the rhythm his finger picks, before he’s adding in a second finger, slowly trying to loosen her up as he watches her while returning his tongue to her clit, swirling and flicking.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
