[Oh, what a reaction. A hard tug at his scalp, faint and stinging pain. The way her thighs practically trap him in place, his mouth “forced” to remain sealed around her clit. Her movements are base and quickened, as though she’s just chasing her pleasure, and Henry wonders if she’s close. He squeezes her breast in turn, followed by another sharp pinch of her nipple.
Now — a choice. Let her come, or leave her hanging in the cruelest fashion possible. Both appeal for different reasons, but…
He can’t deny her when she’s close. He loves to make her come undone. And so, as she grinds against his mouth, he presses his tongue flat against her in another long lick, and sucks generously again.]
[ it's practically exultant, Mammon, she cries out so loudly that you'd think even Wrench might be able to hear. and it's a violent one, this one, all spasmodic limbs and a deep clutch around his fingers like her body'll never let them go. it goes on and on, taking the wind out of her and leaving her gasping and sweat-slick and jittering.
He will ride every moment of it out with her. The way she sounds, god, it's loud and beautiful and a fraction of him hopes everyone in the house does hear it. Every part of Sprezzatura seems to shake, but most prevalently, her cunt clutches hard around his fingers, and even if he curls them in, the resistance is tighter than he's ever felt from her before.
Her body's a paroxysm, but he wants to encourage it, and he lifts his head just enough to spare his nose, his tongue slowly licking up to stimulate her soon-too-sensitive clit, and ending it with a grin. Red is smeared all over his lips and chin, wet and shining.]
Sorry, I couldn't resist. You're too beautiful, Sprezzatura.
[ the sound of her orgasm is long, lewd, loud. wet cunt, ragged voice. she's flushed and wobbly-legged by the time it's run its course through her, and she looks at him and his blood-stained mouth and starts to laugh. ]
You have made mess of yourself.
[ she feels like so much limp paper in the breeze. one shaking hand falls from his hair and lands on the bedspread, fingers twitchy. ah. like being underwater. ]
[She looks it, too: limp and lazy. Meanwhile, he's still hot and feeling as though he's bursting a little at the seams — or maybe that's just the untenable bulge in his underwear at this point.
But the sight of her is more important than chasing his own release just yet, and he practically sprawls out between her legs, his free hand sliding up and down her torso as his other hand slowly pulls out from her cunt. Very slowly.
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Now — a choice. Let her come, or leave her hanging in the cruelest fashion possible. Both appeal for different reasons, but…
He can’t deny her when she’s close. He loves to make her come undone. And so, as she grinds against his mouth, he presses his tongue flat against her in another long lick, and sucks generously again.]
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[ it's practically exultant, Mammon, she cries out so loudly that you'd think even Wrench might be able to hear. and it's a violent one, this one, all spasmodic limbs and a deep clutch around his fingers like her body'll never let them go. it goes on and on, taking the wind out of her and leaving her gasping and sweat-slick and jittering.
careful she doesn't break your nose, Henry. ]
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He will ride every moment of it out with her. The way she sounds, god, it's loud and beautiful and a fraction of him hopes everyone in the house does hear it. Every part of Sprezzatura seems to shake, but most prevalently, her cunt clutches hard around his fingers, and even if he curls them in, the resistance is tighter than he's ever felt from her before.
Her body's a paroxysm, but he wants to encourage it, and he lifts his head just enough to spare his nose, his tongue slowly licking up to stimulate her soon-too-sensitive clit, and ending it with a grin. Red is smeared all over his lips and chin, wet and shining.]
Sorry, I couldn't resist. You're too beautiful, Sprezzatura.
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You have made mess of yourself.
[ she feels like so much limp paper in the breeze. one shaking hand falls from his hair and lands on the bedspread, fingers twitchy. ah. like being underwater. ]
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But the sight of her is more important than chasing his own release just yet, and he practically sprawls out between her legs, his free hand sliding up and down her torso as his other hand slowly pulls out from her cunt. Very slowly.
Plops his cheek onto her thigh.]
What, you're saying I shouldn't go out like this?
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[ she massages her toes into the back of his shoulder. a little jolt shivering through her as his fingers withdraw.
oh, she feels wondrous. ]
Whoever is going to clean you off?
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I wonder. Who could possibly clean me off with their own mouth?
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Don't smear it on me.
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You're getting it everywhere, anyway.
[everywhere = bedsheets. him.]
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I- don't. I just don't see why you do.
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He'll have mercy on her. He licks away at the smeared line of blood he left on her thigh.
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Now... Isn't that better?
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Uh-huh.
[And then-]
Just another reason for me to put my mouth on you.
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Careful, I’m going to take that as free rein to kiss you anytime even outside of the bedroom.
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[Yes, peak mischief.]
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but inside, her heart does somersaults.
the need to touch him. she picks her fingers through his bangs, artfully arranging them as they were before she ruined his hair. ]
Perhaps I want it all only for me.
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