[ Don't hold back, she says, and the encouragement rolls over him, added heat to what it feels like when she takes him in her mouth again, and he feels like he could be content to just stand steady and let her move, let her head bob against his hips, but he wants to feel more — or, at least, he wants to try it.
His hand slides around, through her hair to cup at the back of her head, and then he gives a testing thrust — gently, lightly shifting his hips, rolling forward as she lingers, and it makes him shudder, makes him nearly curve forward over her before he performs another thrust, and another. ]
Kriff, it's perfect. [ His other hand strokes a thumb over her cheek to feel the bulge of his cock nudging it out slightly, and he retreats, looks at the gloss of spit from her mouth clinging to his skin before thrusting forward again, his hand on her head just cupping her rather than trying to force her down to take it. He knows what it's like to be overwhelmed by a cock in his mouth in a good way, and that's all he wants for her here. ] Want to fill you up.
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His hand slides around, through her hair to cup at the back of her head, and then he gives a testing thrust — gently, lightly shifting his hips, rolling forward as she lingers, and it makes him shudder, makes him nearly curve forward over her before he performs another thrust, and another. ]
Kriff, it's perfect. [ His other hand strokes a thumb over her cheek to feel the bulge of his cock nudging it out slightly, and he retreats, looks at the gloss of spit from her mouth clinging to his skin before thrusting forward again, his hand on her head just cupping her rather than trying to force her down to take it. He knows what it's like to be overwhelmed by a cock in his mouth in a good way, and that's all he wants for her here. ] Want to fill you up.