[ It takes her by surprise, sudden and sharp the way he grips her thighs and drags her down under him. ( the worst part, that she doesn't mind, not at all, steals a breath out of her, expelled in quick surprise. ) Her legs sliding up against his sides and then over his shoulders - and the worst part is that - she did enjoy it, when she could work him over that, seldom as she did it, how he looked, how he tasted against her tongue. It has an effect she doesn't admit to readily because she knows the role she has to take. But there's a heat pooled between her legs, all low in her belly and his breath tickles so against her.
Should be expecting it, maybe, but maybe she was just expecting him to give into it utterly, not take something back from himself as his mouth closes over her and she's - not quite prepared for that, and less how slow he is with it as it curls over her. Her back arches up in a surprised sound, fingers scrambling for purchase underneath her as she tries to steady herself. No where to go out from underneath him where she's hooked over his shoulders and his hands pin her hips to the bed ( not that she wants to go anywhere ). Hot and aching and slick, but not as much as his mouth and she sucks in a lungful of air as she tries to steady herself where her head rolls back, pushing back on her elbows and twisted up as she feels the draw of his tongue against her, because it's a slow, slow agony and she whimpers high and sweet for him as he gives barely enough at all. ( never made secrets of how much she enjoyed it ). ]
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Should be expecting it, maybe, but maybe she was just expecting him to give into it utterly, not take something back from himself as his mouth closes over her and she's - not quite prepared for that, and less how slow he is with it as it curls over her. Her back arches up in a surprised sound, fingers scrambling for purchase underneath her as she tries to steady herself. No where to go out from underneath him where she's hooked over his shoulders and his hands pin her hips to the bed ( not that she wants to go anywhere ). Hot and aching and slick, but not as much as his mouth and she sucks in a lungful of air as she tries to steady herself where her head rolls back, pushing back on her elbows and twisted up as she feels the draw of his tongue against her, because it's a slow, slow agony and she whimpers high and sweet for him as he gives barely enough at all. ( never made secrets of how much she enjoyed it ). ]