[ she's shameless in vocalizing the demand, but the real surprise is how she manages to actually get the words out considering how much his mouth has her shuddering, limbs unsteady with the escalation of wanting, almost a little impatient to have him where her body most wants him.
she bends her knees with the parting of her legs, warmth in the brush of his hands against her thighs, inhaling deeply at the tickle of his beard to her skin. but it's when his mouth makes contact that she gives a light gasp, the press of his tongue firm without any teasing as he guides it inside. ]
Fuck. [ it slips out low beneath her breath, because it still feels just as good as it had the first time he did this to her, perhaps even better, which almost surprises her considering how she'd just assumed the string had amplified everything when they were together.
but the string is gone and all she's left with is him, and his hands and his mouth and the aching desire she has for everything he does with them. ]
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she bends her knees with the parting of her legs, warmth in the brush of his hands against her thighs, inhaling deeply at the tickle of his beard to her skin. but it's when his mouth makes contact that she gives a light gasp, the press of his tongue firm without any teasing as he guides it inside. ]
Fuck. [ it slips out low beneath her breath, because it still feels just as good as it had the first time he did this to her, perhaps even better, which almost surprises her considering how she'd just assumed the string had amplified everything when they were together.
but the string is gone and all she's left with is him, and his hands and his mouth and the aching desire she has for everything he does with them. ]