[It's scoffing, a disbelieving little echo even as his fingers curl tighter, tipping her head back so he can look at her properly, lips all red and swollen already.]
Like your mouth wasn't watering at the thought. Nice try, sweetheart.
[But hey: talking is well and good, he'll talk all night, but there's also other things she could be doing with her mouth. Like finishing what she started; like not leaving him aching and just a little desperate for her to start again. His hips rock forward pointedly, his hand smoothing through her hair again.]
[Those swollen little lips of her curve into a pout as he calls her bluff. She's been caught. Of course she has, because of course the thought of him fucking her has a leg up on just sucking him off. She wants those hands on her, that mouth of his...]
Oh, you'll get that chance. You're the one getting lucky tonight, but this isn't over.
[Mark her words, she is not going another week without sex. This is already pushing it. Suddenly, the experiment doesn't sound all that important. What a stupid excuse to get into his pants, since clearly that's all this was. What had he said? Stop trying to understand and start trying to survive? Hm. Which of those categories would outright fucking him fall under...?
Hm, nevermind, it doesn't matter one way or the other. She's too proud to admit he's right and too patient to cash in this early. After tonight, he'll owe her, and he's the type of man to care about that sort of thing.
She takes him in again, this time more slowly, one hand sliding over him as her tongue swirls. She's done with the teasing. Her head dips down in long, measured pulls, her pace gradually quickening as her fingers matching the rhythm. She wants to see him squirm, now. ]
[He doesn't get overwhelmed stupidly quickly, spilling off like some teenager, and that's something he bets she hasn't experienced in a while. He's sure she gets whoever she wants, but that probably means they're all just a little too eager for her. No, instead: it's a slow-building heat, steadily rising the longer she works at it.
His breath goes unsteady, that's the first sign. His fingers flexing tightly in her hair, pulling her in as his hips slowly roll forward. It's an easy gesture, one easily fought off, but he has a feeling she's not gonna mind his fucking her mouth a little.]
Shit, that's good . . .
[The sensation, sure, but the sight, the sounds, god, the fucking situation, as unreal as it is insane, and yet right now he doesn't have to think about that, he doesn't have to think about anything but what they're doing right in this moment, overwhelmingly pleasurable and perfect.]
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[It's scoffing, a disbelieving little echo even as his fingers curl tighter, tipping her head back so he can look at her properly, lips all red and swollen already.]
Like your mouth wasn't watering at the thought. Nice try, sweetheart.
[But hey: talking is well and good, he'll talk all night, but there's also other things she could be doing with her mouth. Like finishing what she started; like not leaving him aching and just a little desperate for her to start again. His hips rock forward pointedly, his hand smoothing through her hair again.]
I just wanna see you squirm, that's all.
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Oh, you'll get that chance. You're the one getting lucky tonight, but this isn't over.
[Mark her words, she is not going another week without sex. This is already pushing it. Suddenly, the experiment doesn't sound all that important. What a stupid excuse to get into his pants, since clearly that's all this was. What had he said? Stop trying to understand and start trying to survive? Hm. Which of those categories would outright fucking him fall under...?
Hm, nevermind, it doesn't matter one way or the other. She's too proud to admit he's right and too patient to cash in this early. After tonight, he'll owe her, and he's the type of man to care about that sort of thing.
She takes him in again, this time more slowly, one hand sliding over him as her tongue swirls. She's done with the teasing. Her head dips down in long, measured pulls, her pace gradually quickening as her fingers matching the rhythm. She wants to see him squirm, now. ]
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His breath goes unsteady, that's the first sign. His fingers flexing tightly in her hair, pulling her in as his hips slowly roll forward. It's an easy gesture, one easily fought off, but he has a feeling she's not gonna mind his fucking her mouth a little.]
Shit, that's good . . .
[The sensation, sure, but the sight, the sounds, god, the fucking situation, as unreal as it is insane, and yet right now he doesn't have to think about that, he doesn't have to think about anything but what they're doing right in this moment, overwhelmingly pleasurable and perfect.]