Gods, this, this, this was really happening. The tang of her desire exploded across his tongue, sending rippling chills through him, his stomach tightening as his own body continued to respond. Her scent, her taste, he'd never experienced anything like them, never imagined how such a delicate and heady combination could affect him. He wanted more, all of her, to feel her around him, the private dance of their bodies moving together...
Focus. Calm. It wasn't time, not yet. Now was still for her, only for her, as his tongue continued to explore, sliding along the slick folds, tracing her contours. He found the nub he knew would be there, pulling back momentarily to blow a heated breath, delighting in her reactions. Lowering his mouth over her again, he sucked and pulled at her clit, making sure to gently soothe with his flattened tongue immediately after. She was incredible, she was amazing, she was. His.
And he was hers.
He shifted again, so that he could bring his fingers to her opening, slowly and gently pressing into her while he continued to lap at her with his tongue. He would stop if she wanted him to, if her discomfort became too intense, but for now he was more than happy to finish what he'd started, focusing his efforts on making her come for him, wanting to hear the sounds of her cries as she gave herself over to the sensations. With that in mind, he slid his fingers farther into her, marveling at the wet heat surrounding them, while he used just the tip of his tongue to draw circles around her clit, up, over, against, and into her, a lazy, satisfied smile on his face as he felt her body tense, telling him to redouble his efforts.
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Focus. Calm. It wasn't time, not yet. Now was still for her, only for her, as his tongue continued to explore, sliding along the slick folds, tracing her contours. He found the nub he knew would be there, pulling back momentarily to blow a heated breath, delighting in her reactions. Lowering his mouth over her again, he sucked and pulled at her clit, making sure to gently soothe with his flattened tongue immediately after. She was incredible, she was amazing, she was. His.
And he was hers.
He shifted again, so that he could bring his fingers to her opening, slowly and gently pressing into her while he continued to lap at her with his tongue. He would stop if she wanted him to, if her discomfort became too intense, but for now he was more than happy to finish what he'd started, focusing his efforts on making her come for him, wanting to hear the sounds of her cries as she gave herself over to the sensations. With that in mind, he slid his fingers farther into her, marveling at the wet heat surrounding them, while he used just the tip of his tongue to draw circles around her clit, up, over, against, and into her, a lazy, satisfied smile on his face as he felt her body tense, telling him to redouble his efforts.