She was good. He wasn't about to pretend otherwise; wasn't about to hide the shiver that went up his spine when her tongue brushed against the hypersensitive skin. Once upon a time, when he had been younger and less experienced (not to mention less well-used already), that alone might have been enough to bring him off, or close to it. As it was, he just half-closed his eyes, relaxing into it, one hand sliding down to toy with her hair. She was good. And, with that initial urgent need gone, he was more than happy to let her show that off for as long as she liked.
At some point tonight, he reflected as a particularly sensitive spot tugged a little gasp out of him, he was going to have to repay the favour. She looked good on her knees, but he thought she might look just as good from a vantage point between her legs. Besides, the way she was teasing cried out for revenge.
For now, though, he settled into her ministrations, twisting his fingers into her hair and occasionally letting out a low, voiceless sound of appreciation when she hit a particularly sweet spot.
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Date: 2015-02-05 04:50 am (UTC)At some point tonight, he reflected as a particularly sensitive spot tugged a little gasp out of him, he was going to have to repay the favour. She looked good on her knees, but he thought she might look just as good from a vantage point between her legs. Besides, the way she was teasing cried out for revenge.
For now, though, he settled into her ministrations, twisting his fingers into her hair and occasionally letting out a low, voiceless sound of appreciation when she hit a particularly sweet spot.