[ There it is. It's not easy to watch her face from here but he makes as valiant an effort as he can without sacrificing what he's doing. If there's anything better than reducing someone to a head-tossing, hip-shimmying bundle of over-firing nerves, he's never found it. Particularly someone like her, and particularly when they're unaccustomed or nervous. ]
[ The goal here isn't to get her off (yet!), but to at once coil her up and ease her into a lovely, squirming state of wanting. He said he intended her to be ready, he wasn't being entirely metaphorical. Once she's all wanton and eager then she won't be alarmed when he's ready to slide into her, she'll crave it. Of course, this is enough its own reward, too. Some people don't bother knowing the finer intricacies of human anatomy, and one particularly brilliant design he appreciates now: there isn't one singular bundle of nerves on a woman like an X on a treasure map, it's a delightful array. His tongue swirls and circles about, playing particularly with the good spots his fingers mapped out. He pays close attention to the tilt of her hips, the pitch of her voice, the tempo of her breathing -- and if she's at any risk of getting too frustrated where he'd need to finish her off, he shifts slightly and begins again. ]
[ Which isn't to say he's not a bit eager, himself. Watching her like this is the best sort of anticipation but also a challenge for his self-control. He can't help but think about being face to face when finally she topples over the edge he's leading her to, the way she'll flutter around him. And it makes him groan right against her, so the vibration echos straight through her. ]
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Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-25 08:27 pm (UTC)[ The goal here isn't to get her off (yet!), but to at once coil her up and ease her into a lovely, squirming state of wanting. He said he intended her to be ready, he wasn't being entirely metaphorical. Once she's all wanton and eager then she won't be alarmed when he's ready to slide into her, she'll crave it. Of course, this is enough its own reward, too. Some people don't bother knowing the finer intricacies of human anatomy, and one particularly brilliant design he appreciates now: there isn't one singular bundle of nerves on a woman like an X on a treasure map, it's a delightful array. His tongue swirls and circles about, playing particularly with the good spots his fingers mapped out. He pays close attention to the tilt of her hips, the pitch of her voice, the tempo of her breathing -- and if she's at any risk of getting too frustrated where he'd need to finish her off, he shifts slightly and begins again. ]
[ Which isn't to say he's not a bit eager, himself. Watching her like this is the best sort of anticipation but also a challenge for his self-control. He can't help but think about being face to face when finally she topples over the edge he's leading her to, the way she'll flutter around him. And it makes him groan right against her, so the vibration echos straight through her. ]