His grin is soft and adoring, chuckling lowly as she takes his face in her hand, arches and protests like a cat being pushed from its favorite spot. He's not used to being the focus of so much attention and pleasure. Her nip at his lip pulls a pleased hum from him that only deepens when she squirms up against him.
For a moment he's worried he's crossed a line when she protests his rules, but it quickly turns to deeper arousal when it's clear she's enjoying the game of it. It's too soon for him to really be able to truly harden again, but that doesn't stop him from moaning as she presses his length to her thigh.
"I have to wait my turn but you get to be impatient?" he asks, quirking a brow at her before he starts kissing a line down toward her navel. "You, madame pirate, do not play fair." Which he punctuates with gentle nips on the soft skin of her stomach. He wants to sit back, just look at her endlessly, but now's not the time. Instead, he lets his hand dip lower, running lightly over her opening, breathing in sharply at how hot and wet she is.
"Does it feel better without your clothes?" he murmurs before he sucks against the skin of her thigh, nose trailing close to her thatch of hair. His free hand trails back up to her breast, and he's curious how long it will take before she shorts out from pleasure.
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Date: 2023-03-21 02:48 am (UTC)For a moment he's worried he's crossed a line when she protests his rules, but it quickly turns to deeper arousal when it's clear she's enjoying the game of it. It's too soon for him to really be able to truly harden again, but that doesn't stop him from moaning as she presses his length to her thigh.
"I have to wait my turn but you get to be impatient?" he asks, quirking a brow at her before he starts kissing a line down toward her navel. "You, madame pirate, do not play fair." Which he punctuates with gentle nips on the soft skin of her stomach. He wants to sit back, just look at her endlessly, but now's not the time. Instead, he lets his hand dip lower, running lightly over her opening, breathing in sharply at how hot and wet she is.
"Does it feel better without your clothes?" he murmurs before he sucks against the skin of her thigh, nose trailing close to her thatch of hair. His free hand trails back up to her breast, and he's curious how long it will take before she shorts out from pleasure.