[ a brief duck of her head allows her lips to find the perch of his shoulder. her kiss is a small scatter of affection, light and gauzy like a breeze through a curtain. something intended to temper his desperation as she tugs her hand away, only to lick the breadth of her palm, easing away any dryness once she returns it to his cock. one pump of her hand slicks him from root to tip, tipping her head back into the wall to watch the dainty wrap of her fingertips around him. another flick of her wrist brings her thumb to the head of his cock, smoothing pearls of pre-cum around him.
it's always a fascinating study to behold when his body language is so open to her. so honest in ways she doubts he often allows himself to be. the thought alone sends a series of hummingbird-flutters into her stomach, like a million wings beating against her ribcage, quick and disorienting. her eyes dart up to his face, watchful and rapt, like admiring the brushstrokes of a painting on display. ]
Shh.
[ it feels like an accomplishment that she has to hush him at all. out of the pair of him, she would have wagered he would have the superior self-control. and yet — a bolt of warmth zips through her, bright and electric, as she glides her thumb against his pillowy lower lip. presses it there like the suggestion of a barrier might keep him quiet, even if she knows better; even if she doesn't want to stifle anything out of his mouth. not when he always seems so much freer, like this. ]
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it's always a fascinating study to behold when his body language is so open to her. so honest in ways she doubts he often allows himself to be. the thought alone sends a series of hummingbird-flutters into her stomach, like a million wings beating against her ribcage, quick and disorienting. her eyes dart up to his face, watchful and rapt, like admiring the brushstrokes of a painting on display. ]
Shh.
[ it feels like an accomplishment that she has to hush him at all. out of the pair of him, she would have wagered he would have the superior self-control. and yet — a bolt of warmth zips through her, bright and electric, as she glides her thumb against his pillowy lower lip. presses it there like the suggestion of a barrier might keep him quiet, even if she knows better; even if she doesn't want to stifle anything out of his mouth. not when he always seems so much freer, like this. ]