[He's the definition of sweet torment with the way he explores seemingly every inch of skin, thoroughly tending and teasing her breasts with a variety of sensations, enough to keep her focus shifting while completely focused on every change in his touch. Oh and that brief arch? Torture as her body tries to glean more than a slight brush of heat, and she growls softly in mild frustration, wanting to feel him pressed against her again.
But then he goes again, distracting her with that talented mouth of his, leaving her to pray and hope he's even more talented when he finally dips between her thighs to where she aches for his attention. Shamefully to a degree except she's not an insecure woman. Her back arches and she squirms when he hits a spot that's more ticklish, her face often showing wisps of wistful expressions at the feel of his facial hair tickling over her skin. It's a deeply rooted positive feeling that's triggered by it, by a history she's compartmentalizing.
The nip earns a rough, low laugh as she meets his dark gaze with one of her own, her green yes vibrant and swirling with pleasure. Her fingers curl though his hair as she catches her breath, mixing the gentle trace of nails with something more akin to a massage as she indulges in several moments of enjoying the view.
She shivers again at his voice and heat of his breath against her air chilled skin, licking her own lips as though she hungered for him, or perhaps to return the favor. Likely both. Finally, she does as he suggests and leans back against the rock, trying to find a moderately comfortable position.]
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But then he goes again, distracting her with that talented mouth of his, leaving her to pray and hope he's even more talented when he finally dips between her thighs to where she aches for his attention. Shamefully to a degree except she's not an insecure woman. Her back arches and she squirms when he hits a spot that's more ticklish, her face often showing wisps of wistful expressions at the feel of his facial hair tickling over her skin. It's a deeply rooted positive feeling that's triggered by it, by a history she's compartmentalizing.
The nip earns a rough, low laugh as she meets his dark gaze with one of her own, her green yes vibrant and swirling with pleasure. Her fingers curl though his hair as she catches her breath, mixing the gentle trace of nails with something more akin to a massage as she indulges in several moments of enjoying the view.
She shivers again at his voice and heat of his breath against her air chilled skin, licking her own lips as though she hungered for him, or perhaps to return the favor.
Likely both. Finally, she does as he suggests and leans back against the rock, trying to find a moderately comfortable position.]