Just take my hand and come with me

KIADA

burn it into my collar, hollowed onto your wrist

She doesn’t need to reassure him, because if she hadn’t wanted to do it she wouldn’t be in this position now — but gods what a powerful position it appears to be. Her hot tongue traces the tip of his length, relishing in the groan she receives from him, in the reaction of his body. But it’s not quite enough, not quite as she goes to take him into her mouth — tongue flicking along the tip to taste him, a burning flame growing within her as she hums a soft moan against the pressure of her shoulder, vibrating through him.

One wet hand lifts, to grip gently around the base of him as she takes him deeper into her mouth, tongue pressing against all the sensitive spots as she pulls away now, mimicking the action with her hand. She hums a quieter sound against him as she goes to take him again, shooting her own pleasure at the action down the attuned bond for him, to ensure he understands that she wants to do this, that she’s enjoying it.

And she continues, again and again, applying just enough pressure to pleasure him in whatever way she can — her free hand tracing along those strong thighs of his until they’ve reached his balls, to cup squeeze ever so slightly as she drowns herself with him.

heaven knows i don't follow, but i believe in this