Let me paint a picture for you, I'm feeling like Bob Ross
He feels the tremors running through her. Quite literally, when she shakes beneath him, no other sight is nearly so pleasing as witnessing the betrayal of her own muscles, each of them surrendering to his attention. More than that though, now, it echoes back into him through the bond like undertow, her need attempting to drag him under alongside her. The urgency in her hips, the ache tightening through her, the way thought itself is starting to dissolve. All of it pours into him hot and immediate, and it's all he can do to keep his head above the surge. He's exactly where he wants to be though, waterboarded by her want.
The command hits him with all the force of a hand gripping his jaw and turning his attention exactly where she wants it. A rough sound leaves him, his satisfaction pressing his breath like a second kiss against her skin as he moves to obey. You're so hot when you use your queen-voice, comes the returning deluge of his own desire, the sound of it flushed with heat even in thought, the current of his composure steadily churning away with every roll of her beneath his grip.
He departs from her with reluctance. Unfortunately, she has to lose something to gain the other. The line of her beneath him is lost as he slides off, his hair tugging in her fingers like an unruly dog on a leash. He kneels at the edge of the bed as if this too is a temple, and then, because he wants to be closer to this god, he reaches up with both hands to haul her closer towards him. Forgive me for I am sinning, comes the almost mournful thought as his fingers are forced to slip out of her for the sake of the greater good.
The end result leaves her ass just hanging over the bed, ripe for the taking. He doesn't waste a moment, peeling the the panties off her and chucking them behind him like a wholly unwelcome rind. The bare fruit of her is eagerly set to his tongue, the pace kept maddeningly controlled. It's not withholding or cruel, but it's deliberate in a way that lets every reaction stand apart. His fingers drag gently in tempo with his mouth, running a light trail down her limbs towards the core of her, two sinking back in as the hot glide of his mouth sweeps against her clit.
The command hits him with all the force of a hand gripping his jaw and turning his attention exactly where she wants it. A rough sound leaves him, his satisfaction pressing his breath like a second kiss against her skin as he moves to obey. You're so hot when you use your queen-voice, comes the returning deluge of his own desire, the sound of it flushed with heat even in thought, the current of his composure steadily churning away with every roll of her beneath his grip.
He departs from her with reluctance. Unfortunately, she has to lose something to gain the other. The line of her beneath him is lost as he slides off, his hair tugging in her fingers like an unruly dog on a leash. He kneels at the edge of the bed as if this too is a temple, and then, because he wants to be closer to this god, he reaches up with both hands to haul her closer towards him. Forgive me for I am sinning, comes the almost mournful thought as his fingers are forced to slip out of her for the sake of the greater good.
The end result leaves her ass just hanging over the bed, ripe for the taking. He doesn't waste a moment, peeling the the panties off her and chucking them behind him like a wholly unwelcome rind. The bare fruit of her is eagerly set to his tongue, the pace kept maddeningly controlled. It's not withholding or cruel, but it's deliberate in a way that lets every reaction stand apart. His fingers drag gently in tempo with his mouth, running a light trail down her limbs towards the core of her, two sinking back in as the hot glide of his mouth sweeps against her clit.
Kaisel
They don't gotta ask 'cause they know I'm him
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
