[ the reaction allows him to know how badly she wanted this. needed it. he can easily take a guess with regards to how she's already dripping onto his tongue and the biting sensation of nails against his scalp, not to mention how her scent makes her mood blatantly obvious. finding out the old fashioned way is a refreshing change of pace, enough to make him sigh straight into her cunt as his jaw loosens up and he presses his mouth into her further and deeper.
he's amused to find how much she cares to avoid making too much noise. is she so concerned about inflating his ego? does she worry that he won't ever shut up about how he was able to eat her out so well that she screamed her lungs out? perhaps they are valid concerns, but he doesn't give a fuck about any of that right now. the Big Bad Wolf is hungry, and he has a bad habit of not letting go of the things he sinks his (hypothetical) teeth into. the only coercing he gives to the trembling of her thighs is his palms kneading and squeezing at the flesh of her legs harshly, dragging his nails down hard enough to leave thin lines of red in their wake. they've grown long again. oops. perhaps he should get a better handle over that, but again, fuck this Wyver place.
he can still take a moment to appreciate how much she wants to involve herself in this. it isn't quite the same as being pushed into the couch and having a cock fuck your throat into submission, but he allows her to get away with the grinds of her hips forward and into his awaiting mouth. as his tongue drags along her slit, poking and prodding at the hole that wants nothing more than to take him inside, his palms glide south until her ass is taken into his grip. with both cheeks squeezed upon, she will see half of his face obscured by her pussy burying itself into him, nothing more than a nose with flared nostrils and narrowed eyes.
she's fortunate that he has less self-restraint than her. the taste of her juices gliding down his throat is far too addicting, so the idea of giving her some much-needed payback by pulling back at the absolute last second is a lost one. he'd very much like to hold that over her, but she will find that he does the exact opposite. instead of retracting his tongue from her, he merely rolls it around the exposed pink of her cunt, gliding further up until it's flicking right against the hood of her clit. his teeth catch the nub between them for a series of rough bites and nibbles before she finds that he is actively sucking on it.
there's no intent to pull back until she's lost herself to the pressure and over-stimulation. even then, who knows when he will decide to stop. he quite likes Rosalind's accent when it's his name being moaned out, and this is probably the best way to entice that out of her. ]
rejoice for i am here again
he's amused to find how much she cares to avoid making too much noise. is she so concerned about inflating his ego? does she worry that he won't ever shut up about how he was able to eat her out so well that she screamed her lungs out? perhaps they are valid concerns, but he doesn't give a fuck about any of that right now. the Big Bad Wolf is hungry, and he has a bad habit of not letting go of the things he sinks his (hypothetical) teeth into. the only coercing he gives to the trembling of her thighs is his palms kneading and squeezing at the flesh of her legs harshly, dragging his nails down hard enough to leave thin lines of red in their wake. they've grown long again. oops. perhaps he should get a better handle over that, but again, fuck this Wyver place.
he can still take a moment to appreciate how much she wants to involve herself in this. it isn't quite the same as being pushed into the couch and having a cock fuck your throat into submission, but he allows her to get away with the grinds of her hips forward and into his awaiting mouth. as his tongue drags along her slit, poking and prodding at the hole that wants nothing more than to take him inside, his palms glide south until her ass is taken into his grip. with both cheeks squeezed upon, she will see half of his face obscured by her pussy burying itself into him, nothing more than a nose with flared nostrils and narrowed eyes.
she's fortunate that he has less self-restraint than her. the taste of her juices gliding down his throat is far too addicting, so the idea of giving her some much-needed payback by pulling back at the absolute last second is a lost one. he'd very much like to hold that over her, but she will find that he does the exact opposite. instead of retracting his tongue from her, he merely rolls it around the exposed pink of her cunt, gliding further up until it's flicking right against the hood of her clit. his teeth catch the nub between them for a series of rough bites and nibbles before she finds that he is actively sucking on it.
there's no intent to pull back until she's lost herself to the pressure and over-stimulation. even then, who knows when he will decide to stop. he quite likes Rosalind's accent when it's his name being moaned out, and this is probably the best way to entice that out of her. ]