That she even laughed at the discomfort of her own hair being tugged was a wonder to him. Just another thing that made her all the more beautiful. He stopped kissing and closed his eyes just to enjoy what she was doing, the needy way in which she held him and the way her body reacted every time he touched her. When she did that, she felt uniquely his.
He reached down as well when he knew he was firm, propping himself up on one elbow so he could better look down at her. Grabbing the base of his cock, he slowly rubbed his head against the hood of her clit, sharing the sensation even if he knew hers was more intense. Temptation was a dreadful thing, and he ended up pressing his head lower, up between slickened lips. But he only pushed in his head, just because he wanted to feel that much. Pushed it in and pulled it back out because he needed to know, and she was hot and wet and then he needed to know how she tasted.
He let go of himself so that he could start kissing down her, get to the nipple that he didn't pinch and lightly clamp his teeth around it so he could worry it with his tongue. He looked for differences in everything. The resistance in her skin, the texture. He teased himself with all this as he indulged in her, and he enjoyed every moment of the torment.
The fact she was bare helped. He could better see her as he reached her hips, look over the length of her body as he parted her lips. He wanted to watch her chest move with her breath, watch her take in all of this tainted air as he swiped his tongue up the slit slowly.
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He reached down as well when he knew he was firm, propping himself up on one elbow so he could better look down at her. Grabbing the base of his cock, he slowly rubbed his head against the hood of her clit, sharing the sensation even if he knew hers was more intense. Temptation was a dreadful thing, and he ended up pressing his head lower, up between slickened lips. But he only pushed in his head, just because he wanted to feel that much. Pushed it in and pulled it back out because he needed to know, and she was hot and wet and then he needed to know how she tasted.
He let go of himself so that he could start kissing down her, get to the nipple that he didn't pinch and lightly clamp his teeth around it so he could worry it with his tongue. He looked for differences in everything. The resistance in her skin, the texture. He teased himself with all this as he indulged in her, and he enjoyed every moment of the torment.
The fact she was bare helped. He could better see her as he reached her hips, look over the length of her body as he parted her lips. He wanted to watch her chest move with her breath, watch her take in all of this tainted air as he swiped his tongue up the slit slowly.