[Every sound he wrings out of her is music to his ears; he can tell this isn't what she'd expected, and there's a certain sense of pride in being able to take her by surprise despite the fact that she'd been the one to proposition him. In his opinion, it would be criminal to do anything short of ensuring that she was completely satisfied by the end of their night together.
Her moan cuts right through him, and he lets out another groan as he tastes her in full, kissing and gently sucking at her bud before dropping his head to enter her with his tongue, each curl and flex of deliberate, skilled, practiced. His efforts are indeed relentless; he never stays in a single place too long, ensuring every inch of her is well tended to, and he at last removes a hand from her hips so that he can press a single digit into her, a mere tease at relief, a whisper of what's to come.
He lifts his head just long enough to catch his breath, taking her in with his lust-darkened gaze, rolling his own hips against the bed just enough to grant himself a bit of friction to help him bide his time.]
Keep that up. [His tone is warm, almost smug, and he punctuates himself by taking that little pearl of pleasure between his lips and rolling them against it, prodding and stroking with his tongue.] Sing for me.
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Her moan cuts right through him, and he lets out another groan as he tastes her in full, kissing and gently sucking at her bud before dropping his head to enter her with his tongue, each curl and flex of deliberate, skilled, practiced. His efforts are indeed relentless; he never stays in a single place too long, ensuring every inch of her is well tended to, and he at last removes a hand from her hips so that he can press a single digit into her, a mere tease at relief, a whisper of what's to come.
He lifts his head just long enough to catch his breath, taking her in with his lust-darkened gaze, rolling his own hips against the bed just enough to grant himself a bit of friction to help him bide his time.]
Keep that up. [His tone is warm, almost smug, and he punctuates himself by taking that little pearl of pleasure between his lips and rolling them against it, prodding and stroking with his tongue.] Sing for me.
[He's enjoying himself far, far too much.]