[ 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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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. ]