[he has a split-second to chuckle before he's muffled by her pushing him down, and drags the flat of his tongue over her clit firmly to make up for it, fingers curling]
[he'll stop teasing her... sort of. he keeps his tongue flat and taut against her clit, rubbing it back and forth, but his fingers still at the same time--maybe he can't do two things at once?
[She holds on to her restraint out of stubbornness even as the pressure of his tongue sends waves of pleasure through her, but her muscles twitch with the effort of holding still, and after a minute she groans.]
[Her fingers tighten in his hair again, though this time just gripping rather than pushing him, and her other free hand hovers before settling on his shoulder, breath coming shallower as her head tips back]
[She sucks in a breath as that's suddenly a lot after the pause, trembling slightly as he sucks, muscles taut as her hips stay slightly raised off the bed, too distracted by suddenly being pushed up to the edge again to relax.]
[it doesn't seem like he's going to slow down or stop this time, his lips and tongue working her thoroughly, and he slides in a third finger when it seems like she can take it, curling them up]
[The curl of his fingers is what does it, and she bucks up once more hard against him, gasping and eyes squeezing shut, and then shudders wrack her whole body and her legs twist, feet sliding against the sheets.]
[hearing that sends a shiver through him, and if he could get hard again so soon he would. he doesn't stop for a second, wanting to draw it out as long as possible, until she's breathless or boneless or both]
[She makes a high-pitched keening noise which chokes off when she runs out of air, and when she finally comes down a little she has to take a harsh breath to make another sound at how intense his touch suddenly feels. It takes her another few seconds after that to be conscious of how tense her splayed legs are, and she shifts she can let them fall properly against the bed with a groan.]
[once her legs fall back, he takes that as his cue to ease up, and his touch grows gentler. slowly, he lets his fingers slide out of her, one by one. when he lifts his mouth his lips and chin are wet, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he catches his breath]
[Glory's eyes flicker open again when he moves away, and she looks at his mouth for several seconds before moving back to his eyes. Then she sits up a little so she can grab his hand and pull him down on the bed next to her.]
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selfpreservationist) wrote2008-05-08 09:24 pm
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That's—good. More. Harder.
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[This time it's needy and frustrated, and her hand tightens in her hair to push his head down.]
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[Her hips buck up against him as she holds him in place.
Then she tries to take a deep breath and calm down a little, settling back against the bed to let him work]
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or maybe he's being a dick on purpose]
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You're... a tease.
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[Her fingers tighten in his hair again, though this time just gripping rather than pushing him, and her other free hand hovers before settling on his shoulder, breath coming shallower as her head tips back]
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stops]
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[She whines sharply and arches her back as her hips lift automatically, seeking the pressure.]
Next time... I won't be as nice to you...
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Is that a promise?
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Obviously.
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Ah... yes...!
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...Raven...
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That was... good.
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[turns her face halfway into the pillow to hide her widening smile]
...Not necessarily right now, since it's barely morning, but... you really can sleep here. Sometimes. If you want.
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