[ It's a matter of choosing, really, because he can't give her both right now. He can either press himself up against her, or he can continue to work her with his mouth, and the way things are headed, he's got a feeling she prefers the latter, even if his own erection remains neglected between his legs. He can live with that for now.
His eyes stay on hers while she watches him, tongue and teeth slowly and aimlessly moving across the skin of her navel, the coarse hair of his stubble scraping against a spot of skin just above her sex. He doesn't move any lower, though, partly because he'd have to bend himself into a slightly more uncomfortable position, and partly because he'll take her lying back as a sign that he can keep going.
But he doesn't waste any time at all when she does lean back. His hands round her thighs from the inside, shifting her legs just slightly, and his mouth quickly finds its way between them, the tip of his tongue pushing between her folds and moving in a couple of slow, thorough strokes, from the base of her slit to the sensitive spot right at the top. ]
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His eyes stay on hers while she watches him, tongue and teeth slowly and aimlessly moving across the skin of her navel, the coarse hair of his stubble scraping against a spot of skin just above her sex. He doesn't move any lower, though, partly because he'd have to bend himself into a slightly more uncomfortable position, and partly because he'll take her lying back as a sign that he can keep going.
But he doesn't waste any time at all when she does lean back. His hands round her thighs from the inside, shifting her legs just slightly, and his mouth quickly finds its way between them, the tip of his tongue pushing between her folds and moving in a couple of slow, thorough strokes, from the base of her slit to the sensitive spot right at the top. ]