Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
As a matter of fact, she is seeing the benefits of being slow and meticulous, partially because she has never enjoyed it from this end before. Not for this long, or this slowly. Though she suspects she will still writhe and recoil with impatience the next time he switches their roles.Her laughter at his groaning claims of torture is muffled by the further torment she inflicts, hands coming to brace down against his hips as they roll and buck, though she has no hope of truly pinning him. With his warning in place she hums in understanding (intentionally with her lips soft and open around his flesh, so he might feel the vibrations) and takes him fully into her mouth, bobbing and luxuriating her tongue in waves at a faster pace than she might have orchestrated had she the time to indulge. Her nails dig slightly into his hips for further sensory overload, content to let this be the last chance she has to torment him before he turns the tables.
