[He hums in amused agreement, but doesn't pull back, not for a second. He's settled into a rhythm, sliding his tongue in slow thrusts up his tongue, spreading her open wide, teasing over her without ever pausing to dip into her.
How long will it take her to come? Not that long, he bets. If she's half as worked up as he is-- and he doubts it's half, he really does, because his mouth is soaked right now, her taste heavy on his tongue-- it can't be long.]
[Oh, Christ. She was expecting him to draw this out, to toy with her until she's begging for his cock. He bears down on her, and she's not ready, bracing herself against the couch as he lets that heat build and build without letting up. He's still going to pull away, isn't he? He'll push her right up to the edge and then drop out from under her, that's got to be his strategy—
But he doesn't. She's doubled over and clinging to the arm of the couch, desperately trying to keep her legs from shaking as the swell of pleasure hits her, and oh, that's her voice in her ears, low moans she hadn't realized she was making, and there's nothing quite like getting off while high.]
You're still gonna fuck me, right?
[It's breathless and hazy, the way she says it, spent for the moment but she's far from done with him.]
[He hums in agreement. Sure he is. He's been thinking about it nonstop, there's no way he wouldn't fuck her senseless before all this is done. But that doesn't mean he's going to fuck her now.
His fingers tighten on her ass, digging in, spreading her open wider as his tongue keeps up its slow and steady pace, dragging up her cunt before lingering pointedly against her clit. The sounds he makes are loud in the silence of his room, but it's nothing compared to the way she sounds, looks, feels, thighs shaking as her voice grows louder and louder. He won't stop, not til she reaches a second orgasm, because he's nice like that.]
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How long will it take her to come? Not that long, he bets. If she's half as worked up as he is-- and he doubts it's half, he really does, because his mouth is soaked right now, her taste heavy on his tongue-- it can't be long.]
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But he doesn't. She's doubled over and clinging to the arm of the couch, desperately trying to keep her legs from shaking as the swell of pleasure hits her, and oh, that's her voice in her ears, low moans she hadn't realized she was making, and there's nothing quite like getting off while high.]
You're still gonna fuck me, right?
[It's breathless and hazy, the way she says it, spent for the moment but she's far from done with him.]
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His fingers tighten on her ass, digging in, spreading her open wider as his tongue keeps up its slow and steady pace, dragging up her cunt before lingering pointedly against her clit. The sounds he makes are loud in the silence of his room, but it's nothing compared to the way she sounds, looks, feels, thighs shaking as her voice grows louder and louder. He won't stop, not til she reaches a second orgasm, because he's nice like that.]