my bones are caving in

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

He wanted to get her yearning, begging, pleading with him for more, to give her just a little bit at a time - but he wasn't sure how long he himself could maintain it. The sight of her breasts when she removed her top caused the bulge in his pants to throb rather desperately against the restraint of his pants, as they were always wont to do - but he wasn't to look at them yet, they were not yet due for his exam. No, he was focussed on the curves of her legs, his hand running up her inner thigh with greater pressure now, his other moving along her outer thigh, his mouth tracing a path of kisses along the inside also. When she shifted, spreading her legs wider as if to beckon him in nearer, he felt another surge of heat, another need to attend to momentarily.

With a brief pause to his caresses he shed his few layers, letting his manhood finally burst free from its confines with something of a growl, whole and erect, losing his shirt too. Then he was back, back to running his hands along her, directing one of them to reach beneath her, to clutch at her butt and ensure she is where he wants her to be.

'Well?' Came her question, her prompt, and he about abandoned his game again, fighting the urge to just take her then and there. "Must be thorough," came his reply with growling tones, as his eyes beheld her flower fully, his other hand running along to palpate her inner hip, before venturing to part her vulva with the delicate touch of finger and thumb to better see the hidden jewel within. He knew it well, having played with it many times before, but never like this. Leaning in close, he took a deep breath of her, before exhaling, letting the breath dance and play with her hairs and her wetness.

The exam was about to move a lot quicker.

He closed the gap at last, moving so that his tongue first danced alongside her clit, before circling it, and then pressing his lips down in a kiss. Meanwhile, his hand ventured south, to stimulate further, to help her get to where he wanted her, his fingers playing around her entrance for a time, before slowly moving in time with the spell his mouth wove on her to dive into her depths. His mouth alternated between the licking and the full mouth kiss upon her (applied with some suction), his tongue seeking the sensitive places, listening to wherever her body indicated he should venture, occasionally ducking lower to also explore her opening.

He was moaning slightly as he worked away at her, as he leaned into it, his own body reacting, yearning, begging to let him release. But he would not, not until her satisfaction was guaranteed.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE