sounds like something that i used to feel
Unable to hear much, what with her own blood pounding in her ears as she held her breath, she could only go off of his body language to interpret just what he was making of all of this. She wasn't stopped though, but quite the contrary. She could both sense him relaxing around her as well as feel it, given she didn't have to press the pendant in and out of him with such force anymore. She was careful not to let the lip of the mushroom-shape exit him; she'd let it stretch and put pressure before plunging it back. It didn't go terribly deep, only 3 inches at most, but that was part of the punishment as well.
Similarly, her free hand would ghost over his balls, threatening to cradle and manipulate them before brushing away to his thigh. Anytime his fingers tightened in her hair she'd back off on the pressure, her lips lessening the seal around him or fading away entirely to leave him with the ministrations of her tongue that would be pathetic even for an ice cream cone.
Eloise wanted everything to be so very frustratingly close to satisfying, an orgasm so nearly within reach, until the line between anticipation and madness blurred.
Similarly, her free hand would ghost over his balls, threatening to cradle and manipulate them before brushing away to his thigh. Anytime his fingers tightened in her hair she'd back off on the pressure, her lips lessening the seal around him or fading away entirely to leave him with the ministrations of her tongue that would be pathetic even for an ice cream cone.
Eloise wanted everything to be so very frustratingly close to satisfying, an orgasm so nearly within reach, until the line between anticipation and madness blurred.
