[ her reactions are as balm to his soul. truly, there is nothing hythlodaeus loves more than bringing pleasure to those he loves - and that pleasure may take many forms. she writhes beneath him, breathes his name in a voice gone so quiet and rough, and he can feel her body tightening with each lave of his tongue. she's sinfully slick, which makes it all the more easy for him to carefully, gently slide two long fingers into his body.
she yields to him so easily, wet as she is, and it is a simple matter to glide his long fingers fully into her body, feeling her tight around him.
gods, does it drive him wild - the scent of her, that wet heat, her taste, her sounds.. he's so painfully hard that the only relief he can find is in grinding his hips against the bed, but even that is hardly enough, for the clothing in the way. still, the friction staves off his frustration enough that he can focus fully on her, on her pleasure. ]
You're beautiful..
[ he murmurs against her, his tongue still circling her clit, lapping at her with more and more hunger as her desperation begins to soar, her fingers in his hair tightening painfully, though he loves he feel of it. his fingers curl in her body, seeking that sweet, tender spot just inside of her, searching for his mark. ]
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she yields to him so easily, wet as she is, and it is a simple matter to glide his long fingers fully into her body, feeling her tight around him.
gods, does it drive him wild - the scent of her, that wet heat, her taste, her sounds.. he's so painfully hard that the only relief he can find is in grinding his hips against the bed, but even that is hardly enough, for the clothing in the way. still, the friction staves off his frustration enough that he can focus fully on her, on her pleasure. ]
You're beautiful..
[ he murmurs against her, his tongue still circling her clit, lapping at her with more and more hunger as her desperation begins to soar, her fingers in his hair tightening painfully, though he loves he feel of it. his fingers curl in her body, seeking that sweet, tender spot just inside of her, searching for his mark. ]
Come for me.