thecanarylives: (smile: smirk)
thecanarylives ([personal profile] thecanarylives) wrote in [personal profile] dark_ages 2020-09-23 05:12 pm (UTC)

[ There's something about the desperation, the raw desire in that groan that sends a shudder down her spine, something aching in her to give him more - to give him anything he wants so she can hear it again.

She can feel the tension in his hips ease up a bit when she tells him to relax the second time, feel the anticipation and the eagerness in his muscles when she tells him he can move. Head leaning into the touch of his hand, eyes fluttering shut a moment at the cup of his cheek, she smiles against his skin again, nodding.

She has a feeling it'd take a hell of a lot for her to ask him to stop. Truth be told, she enjoys a little roughness, and God knows her threshold for pain is a hell of a lot higher than most. Straightening a bit, she drops her jaw to take him into her mouth again, free hand stroking encouragingly up and down his thigh as his hips start to move.

He's hesitant at first, but she doesn't flinch - just licks her tongue welcomingly along his length as he start to push his hips up, humming lowly on his skin and using a fist tightening around his base to stroke him as her head continues its rhythm. ]

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