[ He lets out a groan, head tipping back when she pulls away, but he doesn't protest. Her words nearly make him laugh. >If he wants to move— of course he wants to move. She knows just what she's doing with her mouth and her hands and every little bit of attention makes him want to buck his hips up and thrust past those tight, lovely lips, but he hasn't done so because he doesn't want to assume— doesn't want to catch her by surprise, doesn't want to hurt her.
But when she tells him he can move, he does ease up a little. His legs relax just so, and his fingers comb a little more gently through her hair, his other hand cupping and petting her cheek. ]
Just... tell me if you want me to stop.
[ Well, he figures that's always a given, but it doesn't hurt to say it again, especially in a situation like this. Once her mouth is back on him, he shifts slightly so he can have some more leverage, then he lifts his hips up, slow and careful at first, testing as he pushes his cock into her mouth at the same time she bobs her head down just so. ]
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But when she tells him he can move, he does ease up a little. His legs relax just so, and his fingers comb a little more gently through her hair, his other hand cupping and petting her cheek. ]
Just... tell me if you want me to stop.
[ Well, he figures that's always a given, but it doesn't hurt to say it again, especially in a situation like this. Once her mouth is back on him, he shifts slightly so he can have some more leverage, then he lifts his hips up, slow and careful at first, testing as he pushes his cock into her mouth at the same time she bobs her head down just so. ]
Hah, shit...