[ Watching her like this might be enough to make him come all on its own — the slow, expert slide of her mouth on him, lips retreating to leave his cock shining with the evidence of where it's been before she bobs forward and takes him deep again, prompting a groan from his throat every single time she does it. It's clear that, like everything else she does, she knows what she's doing, and a few times it makes his hand clutch tighter in her hair, straining more of a fisted grip to tug on those soft strands as his lips part for him to pant softly. ]
Qi'ra — [ He shudders, when her fingers stroke him, when she swallows him down enough for him to feel the back of her throat, and he doesn't move, doesn't so much as thrust, even though a very, very distant part of him is thinking about gently fucking her mouth, sliding his cock over her tongue until he can't hold it back anymore. That's a lot to do to anyone, though, and he wouldn't initiate it unless she gave him strict permission to.
When she pulls off to replace her mouth with her hand, keeping that slick sliding stroke on him, he combs his fingers through her hair again, soft and affectionate, and nods once, shakily. ] Not gonna be long if you... if you keep using your mouth like that. [ There's a wonder in it when he says it, an admiration for the fact that she's there on her knees, for him, something he doesn't want to take for granted, and he reaches out with his other hand to cup her cheek, thumb sliding over the fullness of her lower lip, tracing wetness over her skin. ] Stars, you're so beautiful.
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Qi'ra — [ He shudders, when her fingers stroke him, when she swallows him down enough for him to feel the back of her throat, and he doesn't move, doesn't so much as thrust, even though a very, very distant part of him is thinking about gently fucking her mouth, sliding his cock over her tongue until he can't hold it back anymore. That's a lot to do to anyone, though, and he wouldn't initiate it unless she gave him strict permission to.
When she pulls off to replace her mouth with her hand, keeping that slick sliding stroke on him, he combs his fingers through her hair again, soft and affectionate, and nods once, shakily. ] Not gonna be long if you... if you keep using your mouth like that. [ There's a wonder in it when he says it, an admiration for the fact that she's there on her knees, for him, something he doesn't want to take for granted, and he reaches out with his other hand to cup her cheek, thumb sliding over the fullness of her lower lip, tracing wetness over her skin. ] Stars, you're so beautiful.