[ She responds beautifully, he thinks, letting out a quiet, barely voiced sound of approval as she arches up against him. He keeps up his attentions, swirling and dragging his tongue, nipping lightly at the sensitive bud. He shifts to her other side, swapping his hand for his mouth. He watches her face as he moves – takes in the flush on her face, the way her mouth has fallen open as she pants for breath, the fall of her lashes against her cheek.
God, she’s beautiful, though he can’t quite bring himself to say the words aloud – and that’s only partially due to the fact that his mouth is occupied. ]
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God, she’s beautiful, though he can’t quite bring himself to say the words aloud – and that’s only partially due to the fact that his mouth is occupied. ]