There were a number of fitting and possibly humorous responses to that but there wasn't any time for them and maybe that was for the best. Accepting that he showed the same exuberance for it as she did when it came to performing the act for him would filter its way in at a later time. His genuine willingness just left her stunned and completely helpless but it wasn't as terrible a state to be in as she usually thought.
It certainly involved a lot of crying out and if she had been expressive beforehand then this was a new level. He wasn't holding back and, pathetic as she might have thought herself if she were allowed to think at all, he left her a mess. She gripped his hair, refrained from pulling it too cruelly through a genuine miracle, shook in place every time he sucked, some unknown but very loud form of a moan escaped her lips regularly. The only brief reprieve was when he switched to his fingers but that only meant he threw her back into even more pleasure and she never seemed prepared for it.
"Roland!" Her other hand, which had been occasionally pushed over her mouth to stop what would have otherwise been a genuine shout and dangerously close to a scream, now braced on his shoulder so that she could take some of the strength from her legs. "Bed - Sorry, can't - I can't - stand? Bed." .... One other time in her life did not equip her with the ability to handle Roland Deschain's tongue, it was simply a fact of life.
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Date: 2015-02-07 03:59 am (UTC)It certainly involved a lot of crying out and if she had been expressive beforehand then this was a new level. He wasn't holding back and, pathetic as she might have thought herself if she were allowed to think at all, he left her a mess. She gripped his hair, refrained from pulling it too cruelly through a genuine miracle, shook in place every time he sucked, some unknown but very loud form of a moan escaped her lips regularly. The only brief reprieve was when he switched to his fingers but that only meant he threw her back into even more pleasure and she never seemed prepared for it.
"Roland!" Her other hand, which had been occasionally pushed over her mouth to stop what would have otherwise been a genuine shout and dangerously close to a scream, now braced on his shoulder so that she could take some of the strength from her legs. "Bed - Sorry, can't - I can't - stand? Bed." .... One other time in her life did not equip her with the ability to handle Roland Deschain's tongue, it was simply a fact of life.