[ for someone who makes such an effort to keep up a maintained appearance, to speak with eloquence and formality, Rosalind truly knows how to let loose when the time calls for it. Bigby realizes there is plenty to still learn about this woman, in both her history and her personality, but he never truly expected her to be as reactive as she is in this current state. even without her clothes properly removed and the bed no doubt calling the both of them at this point, she is looking like she is ready to melt into her furniture piece, flushed and needy for more.
they both had known that she would be quick to come the first time; she had spent far too long going down on him to be any less aroused than she is now, and pairing that with both the events of this festival and their tension originating from weeks ago and. well. things would reach a climax eventually, both literally and figuratively. when she does, in fact, come, he's suctioned his mouth so tightly onto her clit that she would find it impossible to pull him off until he chooses to do so. even as her body finds itself hard to tame in its convulsions, he merely shakes his head, silently telling her no. he isn't pulling back until he has had his taste of her.
perhaps he is the opposite of Rosalind. where she would pull away to torment him and see how he would react, he would give and give and give until she couldn't take anymore. that's exactly what happens as her body settles only to find itself tensing up once more upon noticing the surplus of pleasure. Bigby's eyes and their golden hue stare right at her, taking note at every bit of exasperation as he finally pulls his mouth back. it's only for two seconds so that he could grab her by the back of her knees, scrunching her up into the couch so that she is looking up at the ceiling. ]
You can, and you will. You said I owe you two.
[ and back down he goes, connecting his lips with the one between her legs once more. he's eager to suck her juices straight out from the source, hungrily drinking it down in as just a loud, obvious manner as the noises leaving her throat. every moment she tries to wriggle and pull away to separate herself from him, she'll find that it just tightens his grip on her further. Rosalind has no choice but to deal with the relentlessness of his actions, from the stubble of his cheeks pressing into her thighs to the face he shakes his face to-and-fro, undoubtedly ruining his features with her arousal. she wants nothing more than to be fucked by something, and yet, he won't be so kind as to even tease the idea with his fingers.
he will, however, begin to spread her open with the tip of his organ, firm and wide enough in its side to offer a pleasant substitute. it won't reach as far back as she might like, but it's a good appetizer for the moment where his cock will scratch that itch of hers and then some. ]
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they both had known that she would be quick to come the first time; she had spent far too long going down on him to be any less aroused than she is now, and pairing that with both the events of this festival and their tension originating from weeks ago and. well. things would reach a climax eventually, both literally and figuratively. when she does, in fact, come, he's suctioned his mouth so tightly onto her clit that she would find it impossible to pull him off until he chooses to do so. even as her body finds itself hard to tame in its convulsions, he merely shakes his head, silently telling her no. he isn't pulling back until he has had his taste of her.
perhaps he is the opposite of Rosalind. where she would pull away to torment him and see how he would react, he would give and give and give until she couldn't take anymore. that's exactly what happens as her body settles only to find itself tensing up once more upon noticing the surplus of pleasure. Bigby's eyes and their golden hue stare right at her, taking note at every bit of exasperation as he finally pulls his mouth back. it's only for two seconds so that he could grab her by the back of her knees, scrunching her up into the couch so that she is looking up at the ceiling. ]
You can, and you will. You said I owe you two.
[ and back down he goes, connecting his lips with the one between her legs once more. he's eager to suck her juices straight out from the source, hungrily drinking it down in as just a loud, obvious manner as the noises leaving her throat. every moment she tries to wriggle and pull away to separate herself from him, she'll find that it just tightens his grip on her further. Rosalind has no choice but to deal with the relentlessness of his actions, from the stubble of his cheeks pressing into her thighs to the face he shakes his face to-and-fro, undoubtedly ruining his features with her arousal. she wants nothing more than to be fucked by something, and yet, he won't be so kind as to even tease the idea with his fingers.
he will, however, begin to spread her open with the tip of his organ, firm and wide enough in its side to offer a pleasant substitute. it won't reach as far back as she might like, but it's a good appetizer for the moment where his cock will scratch that itch of hers and then some. ]