[Yeah she is. She most certainly knew she was, but it's lovely to have it confirmed, especially from him. But she's neither the time nor the patience to pull back and gloat; right now, she's focused on nothing more than bringing him to his first orgasm. So there shan't be anymore breaks to speak, not for her (though she may be greatly tempted if he starts growing patronizing once more).
She's getting wetter as she works him, her free hand wrapping tightly around him, stroking what bits her mouth won't yet take. Her other hand is beginning to hurt, his nails pricking into her wrist, but that's not a pain she minds. Her fingers curl and tighten around his prick, then drop to her thigh.
He'd shoved his cock down her throat the last time they'd done this, but Rosalind thinks she can manage it all on her own. With each bob of her head she inches him in deeper, til the head of his prick nudges against the back of her throat again and again. Pre spills down her throat, leaving her mouth overwhelmed with the taste, and Rosalind swallows once, twice, trying to get her throat used to the idea. One sharp inhale, then she pushes forward, her mouth widening in compensation as his prick slides down her throat.
She still gags, spasming around him, but it's only once. Then her reflex settles, and she's left with nothing but the overwhelming feeling of being filled, and it's not at all where she wants it, but it's better than nothing. Slowly, slowly she pulls her head back, whining as she does-- and then picks up the pace again, slowly but surely, her eyes closing tightly. She won't stop til he comes-- and, unless he overwhelms her, she'll simply keep going, sucking him dry and then some.]
[ he isn't in the mood to patronize when he can see how seriously she is taking this now. they both want the same thing, and while that's not as uncommon as he would like to think, he is actively aware at this point in time. that is important, because he ponders less about inflating her ego and more about providing her praise for the number of things she knows how to do with both mouth, tongue and hands. the simple fact that she is able to take his cock down to her throat with no assistance is commendable. that's something that requires practice.
and okay, sure, she may have gotten practice in the form of him fucking her face. but still. those skills tho. ]
You know I can smell you, right. How wet you are just from getting your mouth on me. I could say so many things about that, but— fuck, just means I'm going to lick you clean where you're done.
[ she may be prepared to keep at this for however long it takes, but she might be relieved (or disappointed, depending on the Thirst) to find that his first orgasm is going to come much quicker than either of them could have expected. after all, the first time she had blown his cock, the act took quite a while, if only because the insufferable Rosalind purposely edged him. there's none of that tonight, so as she keeps his length secure between her lips, she will be able to pick up on the tell-tale signs of him hitting his peak.
toes curl within the confines of his shoes and the muscles of his thighs begin to tighten when it sneaks up on him. what was once just his hips periodically twitching in an attempt to remain in control of himself turns into him suddenly bucking forward into her mouth like a goddamned bronco. moans turn into full-blown growls when he suddenly spills right down her throat, a thick load of his seed shooting out of his cock's slit and aiming straight for her stomach.
he's been good up until now, but his hands quickly find her head and she will find that he can't help himself for at least a few precious seconds. Rosalind's hair is grabbed onto and pulled as she's shoved forward until her lips are kissing against his groin, and he's left trembling and shaking against the desk with each rope of come leaving him. as if forgetting what they had just spoken about, about how she would keep sucking, he tries to pull back, wanting to see his spit-and-come shined cock run up along her cheeks while he recuperates.
[He earns a whimper for those filthy words alone, and Rosalind squirms, pressing her legs tight together again, her cunt throbbing to hear him say that. She's soaked her panties, gotten them absolutely wet from the satisfaction of taking him in her mouth, and she still can't touch herself. Squirming does nothing, and yet she shifts anyway, all but writhing on the floor, growing more hungry for his tongue by the second.
Perhaps it's a bit dangerous to get so addicted to the sound of his rough voice growling out filth, but she can't help how it turns her on. At least it's a mutual thing; god knows he's hungry for her right now, judging by those moans alone. Oral fixation aside (and that's a very large thing to set aside right now, when her lips are aching and she's throbbing each time her mouth is forced open as she takes him deeper into her), there's something immensely satisfying about hearing him lose control. Every groan, every desperate gasp, is a sign that she's broken the former sheriff down, all from her tongue alone.
Some of that hazy arousal fades when he grabs her hair, though. Rosalind shrieks, indignance and arousal both prompting the noise, the sound muffled around his cock as he fucks her face and forces himself forward. At least this time she's more than ready to take him down her throat, but still, and it's not as if he's in any state to be looking down at her, but still she glares up at him.
But oh, that growl, and her eyes flutter, a shudder running through her as he spills down her throat. He pulls back quickly enough that her mouth is left messy, come and spit both dripping over her lips. He makes to ruin her makeup as well, and Rosalind growls softly.
But he's already ruined her hair. And though she won't admit it, there's a part of her that delights in going from prim and poised to messy and debauched. So with a scowl and an exaggerated reluctance that rivals Bigby's own moods, she tips her head back, one eye closing as she lets him do as he likes. She can't deny she's into it; he'll be able to smell her arousal as come and spit both smear over her cheek, even if she looks petulant.
She won't let him do it for long. A minute, nothing more, and then she's pulling back.]
Well? Do you want another, Bigby Wolf, or are you going to tend to me?
[ it's surprising to find her so compliant after he's gone against her request to keep her as kept-together as she can be when considering the circumstances, but he can't say he is in a position to complain. being able to finally cradle the back of her head and grind his cock along her freckled features is a relief, if only because he's still riding the high of his orgasm and his nerves are still trying to bring themselves back down to some level of normalcy. she looks more attractive with lips swollen and glazed white with his come than with lipstick, in his opinion, but he supposes that is a controversial one.
when she lets him have his fun and she pulls back, he gives her a long look. his cock doesn't lose an ounce of its hardness, still bobbing in the air even as droplets of spit bead down to the floor. both hands bring themselves back to her scalp and he's soothing fingers through the spot of skin just above her ears, and there's a smirk on his face as he tilts his head. ]
Forgot already? This is the part where you were supposed to make me cry out in disbelief as you kept sucking. Guess I have to handle that myself.
[ truth be told, there's nothing more that he would want to do than to shove his head underneath her dress and devour her. there's still an insatiable hunger to see her stuffed full of his cock once again, and with that, he doesn't wait to allow her the chance to put her lips on him a second time. she's forced forward while he leaves his position on the desk to stand up outright. he meets her halfway through her bob with a sharp thrust of his hips, guiding his cock against her tongue so that she can get another fresh taste of his seed.
you know, in case she didn't have enough of it the first time. ]
I'll tend to you, don't worry. Good... nnn, news for you, I won't last nearly as long the second time around.
[ if they weren't in a room filled with nothing but fucking desks and a table that looks like is on its last legs, he would consider having them both mount it so they enjoy one another simultaneously. oh well. she already knows he can be selfish, but in his defense, he is simply helping her to accomplish what she had agreed to. ]
[Just as quickly as it came, that compliancy leaves (in no small part thanks to his words). Rosalind glares up at him again, though the look is somewhat ruined by the involuntary noises that sound as he snaps his hips forward. But oh, no, no, and she jerks back, gasping as his cock slips clumsily out of her mouth once more. She's filthy right now, come and spit on her lips, smeared over her cheeks; she doesn't bother wiping her mouth, not when she's about to dive right back in.
Once she's had her say, at least.]
You were the one who wanted to play around with ruining my makeup and leaving me a mess. I had a perfectly viable plan in place for getting you off twice in a row.
[So there, and god, but she's insufferable sometimes. At least she knows it, though. And with that said, she dives right back in, taking his cock in her mouth with a groan. Her hands grip his hips tightly, nails digging into his skin, shoving him back against the desk as she presses up tight against him. Her head bobs once, twice, before his prick slides down her throat again, tight and hot and inviting, her nose brushing against his skin as she lets it linger there.]
[ this woman is so damned frustrating, even if he knows he is just the same to her. they're both well aware that they want more of this — the messy, heavily sexual act of Rosalind practically devouring Bigby's cock like it's the most delicious thing she's had all night. he has no doubt her jaw's grown familiarly numb by now, so he will silently respect the fact that she does it with no (okay, a little) resistance. when she pushes him back towards the desk, he doesn't fight it all the same.
the sensitivity is doing enough to keep him distracted. his toes tighten up within his dress shoes to the point of discomfort and another minute of standing up outright would have brought the Big Bad Wolf down to the ground from having locked his knees up for too long. thank you, Rosalind, for being greedy and wanting to control this all yourself. you're probably the sole reason they are going to be able to continue this after he gets his second orgasm, which is...
... well. right now, actually. he isn't afraid to admit that getting a continued blowjob mere seconds after the first one is the fast pass to another. at least he manages to get some words out this time, all in the process of two fistfuls of hair that begin to pull and scratch as he fights to speak. ] God dammit— Rosalind, pull the fuck back— [ she might not want to for the obvious reasons, but she's going to have to deal with it. Bigby forcefully reaches down to tug at the base of his cock until it's popped out of her mouth mid spurt, half of his load hitting her right on the base of her tongue while the remaining goes for her face.
fortunately? it's not nearly as much as the first round. unfortunately? it's going to definitely mess with her make-up, pure white contrasting with smeared crimson as he jerks himself off through the remainder of his ride. whether she spreads her mouth to try and catch as much as she can or just accepts that she is getting a facial is up to her, but regardless, there's no avoiding that it is a mess. sorry, not sorry is the mindset you sign up when you get with Bigby, Ms. Lutece.
once that subsides, his body practically slumps and he releases his cock, showing the first signs of losing just a bit of the life that has kept it red with arousal this whole time. he instead grips her jaw in a bout of assertion, thumb pushing at the corner of her mouth before she can effectively swallow or do anything to him as a result. ]
Open your mouth. I want to see how much of a mess I've made of you.
[Oh, damn it Bigby. Rosalind groans and closes her eyes as he finishes, not bothering to tip her head and try and catch the majority in her mouth. Not only would that be undignified (more undignified than getting a face full of his release, anyway), but there's little point. She's going to be a mess either way, she might as well accept it and redo her makeup when they're completely done.
Still. For all there'd been a true flash of irritation (one limitation, she'd had one limitation and he'd still pushed past it, damn it Bigby), she isn't upset. Rosalind shudders as he finishes, her eyes a little glazed as they open once more. She can't deny this is a turn-on, leaving her cunt wet and aching, throbbing and demanding the attention it hasn't gotten all night as she licks her lips. It only gets worse as he grabs her jaw and demands that.
Because, see, an order like that? Goes straight down to her core, pressing almost every button she has. There's times (many times) when she delights in being bossy and dominant, getting men to beg for her as they're on their knees, eating her out once, twice, before she even thinks of putting her mouth on them. But there's other times, times that she never really acknowledges, where she wants nothing more than to have it like this: submissive and hungry for it, wrecked and ruined even as she's good.
She knows why. She knows precisely why. She knows it's a result of holding herself up so tightly all the time, demanding perfection in herself, always sharply cutting others down so that she can stay in charge. It's exhausting, and it's as necessary to her as breathing, which is why it's so nice to do nothing but give in to someone.
Add to the fact that someone is Bigby Wolf, who's naturally eager to dominate and wreck, and Rosalind knows this isn't going to be the last time she's submitting to him.
At least she can always fight him for dominance at the start.
Anyway.
Her mouth drops open pliantly, tongue slipping out as it had before, fingers clenching at her sides as she feels his come drip down her her face. Over her cheeks, her lips, coating her tongue and leaving her looking a wreck. If his intent had been to claim her, he's certainly succeeded.
It's hard to talk with his thumb in her mouth, and so Rosalind (for once) doesn't bother. Just kneels there, letting him look at how he'd ruined her. But far be it for her to be entirely still; her hand reaches behind her, tugging at the zip on her dress.
He's proved he has no problem simply diving under her clothes to eat her out, but she wants to watch. Besides: she won't risk this dress ripping.]
[ not that it particularly drives or dictates him to be this way, but knowing where Rosalind's personal preference lies and completely steamrolling it certainly makes sure he doesn't let up on the aggressive personality he is known for. Bigby has enough control to stop or pull himself away when he's gone too far or stepped boundaries thanks to centuries of developing self-control, but until he reaches that point? there's no shame in his eyes. no guilt or pity in having Rosalind selflessly sucking away at his cock until his balls have almost been drained out.
he isn't even averse to the idea of being so close to his own seed as he pries her mouth open and stares down it and towards the back of her throat. his thumb rubs against the pad of Rosalind's tongue, rubbing the thick substance of his seed against her organ before pulling his finger back. both spit and come webs together in an attempt to keep them connected before breaking off altogether, and only then does he lean forward to claim her mouth with his own.
the fresh taste of himself on her means nothing. he eagerly shoves his tongue past her confines to flick against her teeth, massaging and wrestling with her own as his fingers suddenly grab the back of her neck instead. he moans into her mouth, open and eager, proving at that very moment that this stupid candy from months ago is capable of providing various levels of oral fixation. he pulls back and breaks it off by running his tongue up her chin, dragging over both lips before pulling back.
Bigby's noticed how she's already working her dress off of her body and assists her without saying a single word. he grabs her by the hips and picks her up, purposely avoiding the act of ripping any fabric on her attire as it's pulled off of her bit by bit. only when she's left in her undergarments does he squeeze her curves once again, gliding his palms over her body until resting on her ass to give the territorial kind of squeeze she has no doubt gotten used to. ]
Hm. Hope you don't mind walking around the rest of the night without these.
[ there's a resounding rip as he suddenly sinks his nails into the lace of her panties, pulling in opposite directions until it shreds as if it was like a piece of paper. she's left exposed one way or another, and before she has a chance to gripe at him too much, she's twirled around and pushed against the very same desk he had made himself comfortable on. not more than five seconds later and his hands are pushing her thighs far apart, exposing her cunt for him to savor the view of. not very long, mind you, because he's squatting down until eye level and pushing his maw onto her opening with an eagerness she can probably expect.
t[In an instant she's clapping her hand tight over her mouth, muffling the low moan that reverberates within her throat. She has a brief thought to yell at him for ripping her panties, but that can come later (after she's come, ha ha). She can't possibly be bothered to think of anything but the hot, heady wave of pleasure crashing through her. God, her thighs are already shaking, her eyes fluttering closed as his tongue teases into her, over her, spreading her open and leaving her whimpering for more.
She's so wet already, but of course she is. This has been building up from the moment she stole his candycane, and not being able to touch herself has only made it worse. Her hips rock back, grinding against his tongue as best she can, her legs sliding open wider in needy desperation. Impatient thing that she is, she already wants more; she wants him to devour her, to leave her screaming from how hard he goes at it.]
M-more--
[She pants it out, and when she manages to get that order out without shrieking, cautiously lowers her hand to the desk. It slams against it a moment later as he circles his tongue around her entrance, and Rosalind jerks her hips back again, as if that will encourage him to be anything but contrary.]
I want-- fuck-- I want your, your fingers-- Bigby--
[And there her hand goes, shoving over her mouth again.]
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She's getting wetter as she works him, her free hand wrapping tightly around him, stroking what bits her mouth won't yet take. Her other hand is beginning to hurt, his nails pricking into her wrist, but that's not a pain she minds. Her fingers curl and tighten around his prick, then drop to her thigh.
He'd shoved his cock down her throat the last time they'd done this, but Rosalind thinks she can manage it all on her own. With each bob of her head she inches him in deeper, til the head of his prick nudges against the back of her throat again and again. Pre spills down her throat, leaving her mouth overwhelmed with the taste, and Rosalind swallows once, twice, trying to get her throat used to the idea. One sharp inhale, then she pushes forward, her mouth widening in compensation as his prick slides down her throat.
She still gags, spasming around him, but it's only once. Then her reflex settles, and she's left with nothing but the overwhelming feeling of being filled, and it's not at all where she wants it, but it's better than nothing. Slowly, slowly she pulls her head back, whining as she does-- and then picks up the pace again, slowly but surely, her eyes closing tightly. She won't stop til he comes-- and, unless he overwhelms her, she'll simply keep going, sucking him dry and then some.]
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and okay, sure, she may have gotten practice in the form of him fucking her face. but still. those skills tho. ]
You know I can smell you, right. How wet you are just from getting your mouth on me. I could say so many things about that, but— fuck, just means I'm going to lick you clean where you're done.
[ she may be prepared to keep at this for however long it takes, but she might be relieved (or disappointed, depending on the Thirst) to find that his first orgasm is going to come much quicker than either of them could have expected. after all, the first time she had blown his cock, the act took quite a while, if only because the insufferable Rosalind purposely edged him. there's none of that tonight, so as she keeps his length secure between her lips, she will be able to pick up on the tell-tale signs of him hitting his peak.
toes curl within the confines of his shoes and the muscles of his thighs begin to tighten when it sneaks up on him. what was once just his hips periodically twitching in an attempt to remain in control of himself turns into him suddenly bucking forward into her mouth like a goddamned bronco. moans turn into full-blown growls when he suddenly spills right down her throat, a thick load of his seed shooting out of his cock's slit and aiming straight for her stomach.
he's been good up until now, but his hands quickly find her head and she will find that he can't help himself for at least a few precious seconds. Rosalind's hair is grabbed onto and pulled as she's shoved forward until her lips are kissing against his groin, and he's left trembling and shaking against the desk with each rope of come leaving him. as if forgetting what they had just spoken about, about how she would keep sucking, he tries to pull back, wanting to see his spit-and-come shined cock run up along her cheeks while he recuperates.
we'll see how long that actually lasts. ]
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Perhaps it's a bit dangerous to get so addicted to the sound of his rough voice growling out filth, but she can't help how it turns her on. At least it's a mutual thing; god knows he's hungry for her right now, judging by those moans alone. Oral fixation aside (and that's a very large thing to set aside right now, when her lips are aching and she's throbbing each time her mouth is forced open as she takes him deeper into her), there's something immensely satisfying about hearing him lose control. Every groan, every desperate gasp, is a sign that she's broken the former sheriff down, all from her tongue alone.
Some of that hazy arousal fades when he grabs her hair, though. Rosalind shrieks, indignance and arousal both prompting the noise, the sound muffled around his cock as he fucks her face and forces himself forward. At least this time she's more than ready to take him down her throat, but still, and it's not as if he's in any state to be looking down at her, but still she glares up at him.
But oh, that growl, and her eyes flutter, a shudder running through her as he spills down her throat. He pulls back quickly enough that her mouth is left messy, come and spit both dripping over her lips. He makes to ruin her makeup as well, and Rosalind growls softly.
But he's already ruined her hair. And though she won't admit it, there's a part of her that delights in going from prim and poised to messy and debauched. So with a scowl and an exaggerated reluctance that rivals Bigby's own moods, she tips her head back, one eye closing as she lets him do as he likes. She can't deny she's into it; he'll be able to smell her arousal as come and spit both smear over her cheek, even if she looks petulant.
She won't let him do it for long. A minute, nothing more, and then she's pulling back.]
Well? Do you want another, Bigby Wolf, or are you going to tend to me?
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when she lets him have his fun and she pulls back, he gives her a long look. his cock doesn't lose an ounce of its hardness, still bobbing in the air even as droplets of spit bead down to the floor. both hands bring themselves back to her scalp and he's soothing fingers through the spot of skin just above her ears, and there's a smirk on his face as he tilts his head. ]
Forgot already? This is the part where you were supposed to make me cry out in disbelief as you kept sucking. Guess I have to handle that myself.
[ truth be told, there's nothing more that he would want to do than to shove his head underneath her dress and devour her. there's still an insatiable hunger to see her stuffed full of his cock once again, and with that, he doesn't wait to allow her the chance to put her lips on him a second time. she's forced forward while he leaves his position on the desk to stand up outright. he meets her halfway through her bob with a sharp thrust of his hips, guiding his cock against her tongue so that she can get another fresh taste of his seed.
you know, in case she didn't have enough of it the first time. ]
I'll tend to you, don't worry. Good... nnn, news for you, I won't last nearly as long the second time around.
[ if they weren't in a room filled with nothing but fucking desks and a table that looks like is on its last legs, he would consider having them both mount it so they enjoy one another simultaneously. oh well. she already knows he can be selfish, but in his defense, he is simply helping her to accomplish what she had agreed to. ]
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Once she's had her say, at least.]
You were the one who wanted to play around with ruining my makeup and leaving me a mess. I had a perfectly viable plan in place for getting you off twice in a row.
[So there, and god, but she's insufferable sometimes. At least she knows it, though. And with that said, she dives right back in, taking his cock in her mouth with a groan. Her hands grip his hips tightly, nails digging into his skin, shoving him back against the desk as she presses up tight against him. Her head bobs once, twice, before his prick slides down her throat again, tight and hot and inviting, her nose brushing against his skin as she lets it linger there.]
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[ this woman is so damned frustrating, even if he knows he is just the same to her. they're both well aware that they want more of this — the messy, heavily sexual act of Rosalind practically devouring Bigby's cock like it's the most delicious thing she's had all night. he has no doubt her jaw's grown familiarly numb by now, so he will silently respect the fact that she does it with no (okay, a little) resistance. when she pushes him back towards the desk, he doesn't fight it all the same.
the sensitivity is doing enough to keep him distracted. his toes tighten up within his dress shoes to the point of discomfort and another minute of standing up outright would have brought the Big Bad Wolf down to the ground from having locked his knees up for too long. thank you, Rosalind, for being greedy and wanting to control this all yourself. you're probably the sole reason they are going to be able to continue this after he gets his second orgasm, which is...
... well. right now, actually. he isn't afraid to admit that getting a continued blowjob mere seconds after the first one is the fast pass to another. at least he manages to get some words out this time, all in the process of two fistfuls of hair that begin to pull and scratch as he fights to speak. ] God dammit— Rosalind, pull the fuck back— [ she might not want to for the obvious reasons, but she's going to have to deal with it. Bigby forcefully reaches down to tug at the base of his cock until it's popped out of her mouth mid spurt, half of his load hitting her right on the base of her tongue while the remaining goes for her face.
fortunately? it's not nearly as much as the first round. unfortunately? it's going to definitely mess with her make-up, pure white contrasting with smeared crimson as he jerks himself off through the remainder of his ride. whether she spreads her mouth to try and catch as much as she can or just accepts that she is getting a facial is up to her, but regardless, there's no avoiding that it is a mess. sorry, not sorry is the mindset you sign up when you get with Bigby, Ms. Lutece.
once that subsides, his body practically slumps and he releases his cock, showing the first signs of losing just a bit of the life that has kept it red with arousal this whole time. he instead grips her jaw in a bout of assertion, thumb pushing at the corner of her mouth before she can effectively swallow or do anything to him as a result. ]
Open your mouth. I want to see how much of a mess I've made of you.
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Still. For all there'd been a true flash of irritation (one limitation, she'd had one limitation and he'd still pushed past it, damn it Bigby), she isn't upset. Rosalind shudders as he finishes, her eyes a little glazed as they open once more. She can't deny this is a turn-on, leaving her cunt wet and aching, throbbing and demanding the attention it hasn't gotten all night as she licks her lips. It only gets worse as he grabs her jaw and demands that.
Because, see, an order like that? Goes straight down to her core, pressing almost every button she has. There's times (many times) when she delights in being bossy and dominant, getting men to beg for her as they're on their knees, eating her out once, twice, before she even thinks of putting her mouth on them. But there's other times, times that she never really acknowledges, where she wants nothing more than to have it like this: submissive and hungry for it, wrecked and ruined even as she's good.
She knows why. She knows precisely why. She knows it's a result of holding herself up so tightly all the time, demanding perfection in herself, always sharply cutting others down so that she can stay in charge. It's exhausting, and it's as necessary to her as breathing, which is why it's so nice to do nothing but give in to someone.
Add to the fact that someone is Bigby Wolf, who's naturally eager to dominate and wreck, and Rosalind knows this isn't going to be the last time she's submitting to him.
At least she can always fight him for dominance at the start.
Anyway.
Her mouth drops open pliantly, tongue slipping out as it had before, fingers clenching at her sides as she feels his come drip down her her face. Over her cheeks, her lips, coating her tongue and leaving her looking a wreck. If his intent had been to claim her, he's certainly succeeded.
It's hard to talk with his thumb in her mouth, and so Rosalind (for once) doesn't bother. Just kneels there, letting him look at how he'd ruined her. But far be it for her to be entirely still; her hand reaches behind her, tugging at the zip on her dress.
He's proved he has no problem simply diving under her clothes to eat her out, but she wants to watch. Besides: she won't risk this dress ripping.]
i left this hanging for AN ENTIRE MONTH
he isn't even averse to the idea of being so close to his own seed as he pries her mouth open and stares down it and towards the back of her throat. his thumb rubs against the pad of Rosalind's tongue, rubbing the thick substance of his seed against her organ before pulling his finger back. both spit and come webs together in an attempt to keep them connected before breaking off altogether, and only then does he lean forward to claim her mouth with his own.
the fresh taste of himself on her means nothing. he eagerly shoves his tongue past her confines to flick against her teeth, massaging and wrestling with her own as his fingers suddenly grab the back of her neck instead. he moans into her mouth, open and eager, proving at that very moment that this stupid candy from months ago is capable of providing various levels of oral fixation. he pulls back and breaks it off by running his tongue up her chin, dragging over both lips before pulling back.
Bigby's noticed how she's already working her dress off of her body and assists her without saying a single word. he grabs her by the hips and picks her up, purposely avoiding the act of ripping any fabric on her attire as it's pulled off of her bit by bit. only when she's left in her undergarments does he squeeze her curves once again, gliding his palms over her body until resting on her ass to give the territorial kind of squeeze she has no doubt gotten used to. ]
Hm. Hope you don't mind walking around the rest of the night without these.
[ there's a resounding rip as he suddenly sinks his nails into the lace of her panties, pulling in opposite directions until it shreds as if it was like a piece of paper. she's left exposed one way or another, and before she has a chance to gripe at him too much, she's twirled around and pushed against the very same desk he had made himself comfortable on. not more than five seconds later and his hands are pushing her thighs far apart, exposing her cunt for him to savor the view of. not very long, mind you, because he's squatting down until eye level and pushing his maw onto her opening with an eagerness she can probably expect.
at least they got the dress off beforehand... ]
how could you make me wait
She's so wet already, but of course she is. This has been building up from the moment she stole his candycane, and not being able to touch herself has only made it worse. Her hips rock back, grinding against his tongue as best she can, her legs sliding open wider in needy desperation. Impatient thing that she is, she already wants more; she wants him to devour her, to leave her screaming from how hard he goes at it.]
M-more--
[She pants it out, and when she manages to get that order out without shrieking, cautiously lowers her hand to the desk. It slams against it a moment later as he circles his tongue around her entrance, and Rosalind jerks her hips back again, as if that will encourage him to be anything but contrary.]
I want-- fuck-- I want your, your fingers-- Bigby--
[And there her hand goes, shoving over her mouth again.]