[ that demureness that he has - holding his wrist in front of him - indicates a shyness she knows he sometimes has but not now. not for this. her hands go to her slender hips, eyes on his as she watches him, not worrying about the shimmering boxers he's wearing but taking in the expanse of his chest and the way he's looking at her, too. ]
[ It takes a minute, but he wills himself to relax his stance, letting go of that wrist so that both of his arms shift to hang by his sides instead, and here he just stands in front of her, letting her peruse him. If this was any other situation he might already be joining her on the bed, maybe guiding her up against him for another kiss before lowering her down against the mattress and mouthing his way down her body — but he's here to please her, and right now that means doing whatever she tells him to. ]
Thank you.
[ He says it instinctively, but then his eyes find hers rather than studying her naked curves and he says it again, a soft and sincere murmur, thanking her for the gift of it too. ] I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you'd have a sense of what looks good on me.
As much as I enjoy touching you and feeling you? [ she's not looking to make him blush, but if it happens, so be it. her voice softens as she looks him in the eye as well. ] No, you should not.
[ stepping into his space again, she traces the line of the band, then tucks a finger inside before teasing her lips along his jaw. her voice stays low and sultry, as she murmurs for him. ]
Touching you, teasing you, letting you touch me... taste me. [ she inhales deeply at the spot on his neck below his earlobe. ] Remembering how you made me come with your tongue, with your cock... do you remember, Finn? [ she doesn't wait for an answer as her next kiss trails along his collarbone, the fingers of both hands sliding into his boxers at his sides. ] It's my turn. I want to taste you again. Make you come on my tongue. Your cock.
[ Even if he blushes, it's more difficult to tell; the most obvious sign would be if she were touching his face at any point because she'd feel it in his cheeks, the tips of his ears, but she can probably also pick up on it from how he presses his lips together, ducking his head slightly.
His gaze lifts to her as she approaches him, though, gazing down over the fall of her hair, the curve of her cheekbone, and all in an instant his eyes flutter shut as she pairs the sliding caress of her fingertip with the gentle tease of her lips, enough to make his stomach muscle clench slightly while that touch drifts very close to the edge between material and more skin before curling underneath. ]
Yes. [ He breathes it, now that she's this close, not needing to speak above a whisper for her to hear it. Looking at her without a stitch of clothing on has already made him hard for her, but hearing what she wants to do with him, to him makes his cock jump in those boxers, and even if he hasn't fully been directed to, he reaches up to cup the side of her cheek in his hand, leaning down at the same time to take her mouth in a deep kiss.
By the time they break apart again, he nods once, looking over her face, and retreats again, giving her permission to proceed how she wants with him. ] Please. I... I want to feel your mouth.
[ honestly, she doubted that he'd object. it's been a long time since he's been completely at her mercy but she has no intention of tying him down before she swallows his cock this time. she fully intends to make him stand there while she does it.
the kisses continue, across his collarbone and his chest, then down his sides as her hands hold him for her balance as she eases to her knees, sliding his gift down as she does. there's a tenderness as she bares him to her view, eyes lifting to his with a bite of her lower lip, and then she's kneeling before him with that scrap of glittering cloth at his ankles and his cock in front of her face. ]
I like you like this. [ she says it quietly, without looking at him, stroking him carefully. ] Hard, in front of me.
[ She's never really been met with any objections from him, especially because she's never handled him cruelly or with any intention to cause him pain — this dominance, the way that they've always done it, is her issuing orders with the confidence that he'll follow them, but never giving him something that she knows he'd have hesitation about or even say no to. He trusts her enough to take care of him like this, and not just because she's in the process of dropping to her knees in front of him right now.
He swallows once, thickly, and he can't stop himself from touching her, from wanting to keep touching her; when she finally kneels down in front of where he's standing, he reaches out to gently thread his fingers through her hair, stroking the soft brown strands, tucking a few stray pieces behind her ear. It gives him something to do above the way his heart is pounding in his chest, and focusing on her means he can almost keep his breathing slow when she peels that underwear down and his cock springs out into view, fully hard before she even wraps a hand around it. ]
You... honestly, you barely have to do anything. [ To get him like this, is what he means, but he groans quietly, more of a brief grunt, as he looks down to watch her hand moving on him, somehow infinitely better than when he touches himself. ] Just looking at you makes me hard, mistress.
[ she asks it with a tone that is both questioning and sure. there's something about power on her knees, knowing she'll make him groan her name and make him come despite the way she's kneeling in front of him. knowing that he'll beg her if she wants him to, that she controls this as much as she does any encounter between them. she knows his answer before he gives it, but asking makes it seem as if he might give another.
stroking him as she asks it, she holds him gently cupped in her hand as she licks him from the base of his cock to the tip before looking up at him again. ]
Will you do what I say even though I'm the one on my knees?
[ The word for her, something more than just her name, had almost slipped out of him without thinking about it — something that feels more formal, more significant than just calling her ma'am, but that wouldn't have seemed right either, not when that's the way he'd address any older woman more respectfully. He's not fully aware that he's even said it until she repeats the question back to him, and then he blinks a little, cognizant that he's uttered it loud enough for her to hear. ]
... yes. [ He gives her that answer in a hush, but it's confident when it comes — assuring, at least, that while he has this with her specifically, no one else has even come close to being considered that way in his mind. His fingers thread deeper into her hair, and when she leans in to drag her tongue over the length of his cock, he draws in a breath through his nose, a sharp inhale. ]
I will. Anything. Anything you say. [ It doesn't matter whether she stays on her knees and takes her time licking him until he begs for more or chooses to wrap her lips around him and eventually lets him come down her throat — whatever she says, goes, at least when it's the two of them alone together. ]
[ there are very few circumstances and even fewer people who can get away with calling qi'ra outside her given name. this is one of those circumstances and finn is one of those people. she allows it because she feels like it grounds him, gives him an escape into this moment as much as it does her and she rewards his acquiescence with another stroke of her tongue.
widening the stance on her knees just a little for balance, qi'ra places her other hand on the back of his thigh so that she can hold herself to him and also control, for the moment at least, how deep he goes. she licks again, then swallows the head of his cock, sucking gently. repeating it twice more, she finally looks up at him. ]
Hold my hair, Finn. Don't hold back. You won't hurt me.
[ He’s transfixed by the sight of her down there in front of him, the way her lips part slowly for her tongue to rub against the length of his cock, and he swears it makes him harder for her even now, makes him jump and twitch from even those slick strokes. The muscle in his thigh tics beneath the slide of her hand, but only because he’s so attuned for even the slightest touch from her that even her palm sliding across his naked skin feels good.
She’s already eliciting a groan from him when she opens her mouth to take the head of his cock into that wet heat, and he’s not going to move, to thrust, but when she encourages him to take up a harder grip on her hair he does it, fingers sliding firmly through the dark strands and scooping up more of it in his fist. He’s not yanking, not directing her either or forcing her down, more like holding it back from her face in a tighter grasp as he gazes down at her, wonder and arousal blended in his expression. ]
[ it's what she wants - finn like this. hard and wanting and holding her with that firmness that tells her just how affected he is by what she's doing.
she continues with her mouth, taking him deep, then shallow, swirling her tongue around his shaft as her head moves up and down his length. she hums and moans her way around his cock, expert at making him feel the way she wants: treasured and adored, as if there's nowhere she'd rather be than on her knees for him. it's true, though, in this case. there are very, very few men she'll do this for willingly and finn is one of them. he makes her feel comfortable and unafraid and she wants him to feel that much in control as much as she wants to give it to him.
deeper, her hand splays along his balls, stroking them, too, as she concentrates on the sensation of his cock against the back of her throat. she rolls her tongue to tease him and ignores the tears that spring to her eyes, pulling back only long enough to take a breath and going back down on him. this is what she wants for him, to know that she adores him as much as he does her, that she wants to feel him come like this.
when she pulls back again, she strokes him with her hand and tells him so. ] I want to taste you when you come.
[ 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.
[ there's a reason she'd told him he couldn't hurt her - he could, but she's able to handle this - and it's because she wants him free to move in ways that feel good to him, too. she wants him to fuck back against her mouth and throat until he comes, until he's spilled across her lips and tongue and she definitely wants to hear him lose that control.
less necessary is the praise, but she looks up at him adoringly as he strokes his thumb over her lip, dipping her head slightly to capture it in her mouth before smiling wickedly and taking his cock back in her mouth. she teases for a moment, then raises light eyes to his from where she's still kneeling. ]
I want to taste it. Don't hold back.
[ another instruction for him to follow if he chooses, and she goes back to it with the enthusiasm of a woman who both knows what she's doing and is having a great time doing it. it's finn, so she trusts him and believes that he's not going to take advantage; she's also not going to revel in the way he's looking at her for too long. that kind of tenderness can only cause pain and she's the one in control.
[ 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.
[ it's easy for qi'ra to relax her jaw when he thrusts, making room for his cock in her mouth. it's not forceful, she can take it, and he does it again as she curves her lips over his length. her hands rest on his hips, just over the shape of his ass as he fucks into her mouth and she moans around his cock as he strokes her cheek. she knows what it looks like - her on her knees, taking his length into her throat, swallowing him down as she bobs and he thrusts - and the mental image of how sexy they must look causes her nipples to harden and the rest of her to soften.
she's wet, she can feel it sticky on her thighs as she moves into his thrusts, deepening them and when he says he wants to fill her up, she lifts her gaze to his from beneath dark lashes and nods slightly before dipping down to take him deep once more. ]
[ It's incredible, there's no other way to describe it, and he's not fully over it either, the way she's letting him use her mouth, thrust in with more intent, the tight wrap of her lips sliding against his cock, the rub of her tongue against the underside of the shaft. She moans and he can feel the vibration in it, rippling over his skin, traveling up his length to kindle more heat inside him, and he's not going to last long, he knows that, not when she's sucking him so skillfully.
The look she gives him from underneath her lashes is what does it, in the end; he can't stop himself from bringing his other hand up to cradle her head, and he might inadvertently get a little too carried away in the end, a few harder thrusts that don't seek to gag her but quicken that pace until he shudders and spills, cock pulsing against her tongue as his come spurts toward the back of her throat. ] Qi'ra, fuck. [ He barely curses like that, but when he does, it's because she's made his toes curl against the floor, made him almost crumple over her as he seizes for a second before the last of his climax rolls through him. ]
[ of all the men she knows, of all the people she knows, this is the man most deserving of this particular skill. she doesn't get on her knees for anyone except in this case, for this man. she adores finn for more than one reason and hearing him lose control in stages is one of the reasons she's as turned on as she is. this isn't a chore for her, not a visit to a past she looks upon with methodical transparency. this is a pleasure for her almost as much as it is for him for the simple reason that he wants her. she's not an object to him. he understands.
as the thrusts quicken, she adjusts the way she's holding him so he has the autonomy to fuck into her the way that feels best for him. she's expecting him to lose what little control he has, to tighten his hold on her, and he doesn't disappoint. the thrill that goes through her as his climax approaches - she can tell as he pushes just a little too hard, and that excites her, too - makes her moan again around his cock, even as she gags one last time. then he's coming and she's only just ready, swallowing it down as he does.
she misses some, her finger coming up to take the spill at the edge of her lips, but she sucks on that, too, before coming back to take him in her mouth once more. carefully, aware that he may be sensitive. she wants to feel him soften in her mouth, coax him to relaxation. ]
[ He's not taking any of this for granted, not when he knows the kind of woman she is and what she tends to take control of — he also knows she's on her knees because she wants to be there and not because she feels forced or manipulated into it, and that suffuses him with an even hotter rush of satisfaction, knowing she wants him to take her mouth like this. He's still careful as can be, at least right up until the very end when his climax rushes up through him and his thrusts become harder, more staggered, erratic; if he hears the wet, choked sound from her as he fucks toward her throat, he's relieved when she gives him a moan too as if to wordlessly signal to him that she's okay, that she's fine, that she wants this from him.
He's shuddering over her, fingers shifting in her hair, and he can feel himself pulsing on her tongue, spilling into her mouth, but she takes it all, or at least as much as she can when he has so much to give her; if he suspects she'll withdraw from him right away, she does, but then she puts her mouth right back on his cock again, making him gasp for her when he's this sensitive right after. ]
Ohhh — [ If she wants him hard again for her it'll take a minute, but he also doesn't doubt her capabilities to get him there; he gives a few easing thrusts into her mouth, a shiver running through him as her lips rub against the tender shaft, and then when he finally slips free of that suction, he barely manages to crouch down on legs that feel shaky and weak to put his mouth on hers for a quick kiss instead, tasting his come on her lips as his thumb strokes her cheek. ]
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[ that demureness that he has - holding his wrist in front of him - indicates a shyness she knows he sometimes has but not now. not for this. her hands go to her slender hips, eyes on his as she watches him, not worrying about the shimmering boxers he's wearing but taking in the expanse of his chest and the way he's looking at her, too. ]
They look good.
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Thank you.
[ He says it instinctively, but then his eyes find hers rather than studying her naked curves and he says it again, a soft and sincere murmur, thanking her for the gift of it too. ] I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you'd have a sense of what looks good on me.
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[ stepping into his space again, she traces the line of the band, then tucks a finger inside before teasing her lips along his jaw. her voice stays low and sultry, as she murmurs for him. ]
Touching you, teasing you, letting you touch me... taste me. [ she inhales deeply at the spot on his neck below his earlobe. ] Remembering how you made me come with your tongue, with your cock... do you remember, Finn? [ she doesn't wait for an answer as her next kiss trails along his collarbone, the fingers of both hands sliding into his boxers at his sides. ] It's my turn. I want to taste you again. Make you come on my tongue. Your cock.
[ since he's there to do what she says. ]
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His gaze lifts to her as she approaches him, though, gazing down over the fall of her hair, the curve of her cheekbone, and all in an instant his eyes flutter shut as she pairs the sliding caress of her fingertip with the gentle tease of her lips, enough to make his stomach muscle clench slightly while that touch drifts very close to the edge between material and more skin before curling underneath. ]
Yes. [ He breathes it, now that she's this close, not needing to speak above a whisper for her to hear it. Looking at her without a stitch of clothing on has already made him hard for her, but hearing what she wants to do with him, to him makes his cock jump in those boxers, and even if he hasn't fully been directed to, he reaches up to cup the side of her cheek in his hand, leaning down at the same time to take her mouth in a deep kiss.
By the time they break apart again, he nods once, looking over her face, and retreats again, giving her permission to proceed how she wants with him. ] Please. I... I want to feel your mouth.
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the kisses continue, across his collarbone and his chest, then down his sides as her hands hold him for her balance as she eases to her knees, sliding his gift down as she does. there's a tenderness as she bares him to her view, eyes lifting to his with a bite of her lower lip, and then she's kneeling before him with that scrap of glittering cloth at his ankles and his cock in front of her face. ]
I like you like this. [ she says it quietly, without looking at him, stroking him carefully. ] Hard, in front of me.
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He swallows once, thickly, and he can't stop himself from touching her, from wanting to keep touching her; when she finally kneels down in front of where he's standing, he reaches out to gently thread his fingers through her hair, stroking the soft brown strands, tucking a few stray pieces behind her ear. It gives him something to do above the way his heart is pounding in his chest, and focusing on her means he can almost keep his breathing slow when she peels that underwear down and his cock springs out into view, fully hard before she even wraps a hand around it. ]
You... honestly, you barely have to do anything. [ To get him like this, is what he means, but he groans quietly, more of a brief grunt, as he looks down to watch her hand moving on him, somehow infinitely better than when he touches himself. ] Just looking at you makes me hard, mistress.
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[ she asks it with a tone that is both questioning and sure. there's something about power on her knees, knowing she'll make him groan her name and make him come despite the way she's kneeling in front of him. knowing that he'll beg her if she wants him to, that she controls this as much as she does any encounter between them. she knows his answer before he gives it, but asking makes it seem as if he might give another.
stroking him as she asks it, she holds him gently cupped in her hand as she licks him from the base of his cock to the tip before looking up at him again. ]
Will you do what I say even though I'm the one on my knees?
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... yes. [ He gives her that answer in a hush, but it's confident when it comes — assuring, at least, that while he has this with her specifically, no one else has even come close to being considered that way in his mind. His fingers thread deeper into her hair, and when she leans in to drag her tongue over the length of his cock, he draws in a breath through his nose, a sharp inhale. ]
I will. Anything. Anything you say. [ It doesn't matter whether she stays on her knees and takes her time licking him until he begs for more or chooses to wrap her lips around him and eventually lets him come down her throat — whatever she says, goes, at least when it's the two of them alone together. ]
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widening the stance on her knees just a little for balance, qi'ra places her other hand on the back of his thigh so that she can hold herself to him and also control, for the moment at least, how deep he goes. she licks again, then swallows the head of his cock, sucking gently. repeating it twice more, she finally looks up at him. ]
Hold my hair, Finn. Don't hold back. You won't hurt me.
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She’s already eliciting a groan from him when she opens her mouth to take the head of his cock into that wet heat, and he’s not going to move, to thrust, but when she encourages him to take up a harder grip on her hair he does it, fingers sliding firmly through the dark strands and scooping up more of it in his fist. He’s not yanking, not directing her either or forcing her down, more like holding it back from her face in a tighter grasp as he gazes down at her, wonder and arousal blended in his expression. ]
Yes, ma’am.
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she continues with her mouth, taking him deep, then shallow, swirling her tongue around his shaft as her head moves up and down his length. she hums and moans her way around his cock, expert at making him feel the way she wants: treasured and adored, as if there's nowhere she'd rather be than on her knees for him. it's true, though, in this case. there are very, very few men she'll do this for willingly and finn is one of them. he makes her feel comfortable and unafraid and she wants him to feel that much in control as much as she wants to give it to him.
deeper, her hand splays along his balls, stroking them, too, as she concentrates on the sensation of his cock against the back of her throat. she rolls her tongue to tease him and ignores the tears that spring to her eyes, pulling back only long enough to take a breath and going back down on him. this is what she wants for him, to know that she adores him as much as he does her, that she wants to feel him come like this.
when she pulls back again, she strokes him with her hand and tells him so. ] I want to taste you when you come.
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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.
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less necessary is the praise, but she looks up at him adoringly as he strokes his thumb over her lip, dipping her head slightly to capture it in her mouth before smiling wickedly and taking his cock back in her mouth. she teases for a moment, then raises light eyes to his from where she's still kneeling. ]
I want to taste it. Don't hold back.
[ another instruction for him to follow if he chooses, and she goes back to it with the enthusiasm of a woman who both knows what she's doing and is having a great time doing it. it's finn, so she trusts him and believes that he's not going to take advantage; she's also not going to revel in the way he's looking at her for too long. that kind of tenderness can only cause pain and she's the one in control.
it's what she tells herself constantly. ]
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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.
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she's wet, she can feel it sticky on her thighs as she moves into his thrusts, deepening them and when he says he wants to fill her up, she lifts her gaze to his from beneath dark lashes and nods slightly before dipping down to take him deep once more. ]
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The look she gives him from underneath her lashes is what does it, in the end; he can't stop himself from bringing his other hand up to cradle her head, and he might inadvertently get a little too carried away in the end, a few harder thrusts that don't seek to gag her but quicken that pace until he shudders and spills, cock pulsing against her tongue as his come spurts toward the back of her throat. ] Qi'ra, fuck. [ He barely curses like that, but when he does, it's because she's made his toes curl against the floor, made him almost crumple over her as he seizes for a second before the last of his climax rolls through him. ]
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as the thrusts quicken, she adjusts the way she's holding him so he has the autonomy to fuck into her the way that feels best for him. she's expecting him to lose what little control he has, to tighten his hold on her, and he doesn't disappoint. the thrill that goes through her as his climax approaches - she can tell as he pushes just a little too hard, and that excites her, too - makes her moan again around his cock, even as she gags one last time. then he's coming and she's only just ready, swallowing it down as he does.
she misses some, her finger coming up to take the spill at the edge of her lips, but she sucks on that, too, before coming back to take him in her mouth once more. carefully, aware that he may be sensitive. she wants to feel him soften in her mouth, coax him to relaxation. ]
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He's shuddering over her, fingers shifting in her hair, and he can feel himself pulsing on her tongue, spilling into her mouth, but she takes it all, or at least as much as she can when he has so much to give her; if he suspects she'll withdraw from him right away, she does, but then she puts her mouth right back on his cock again, making him gasp for her when he's this sensitive right after. ]
Ohhh — [ If she wants him hard again for her it'll take a minute, but he also doesn't doubt her capabilities to get him there; he gives a few easing thrusts into her mouth, a shiver running through him as her lips rub against the tender shaft, and then when he finally slips free of that suction, he barely manages to crouch down on legs that feel shaky and weak to put his mouth on hers for a quick kiss instead, tasting his come on her lips as his thumb strokes her cheek. ]