[ it's been so long for her that it may as well be her first time now, body alight with a potent sensitivity that has her closing her eyes to it, her hips twitching up against his mouth at his groan. her legs shift against his face as if to find purchase, but the feeling of his stubble prickling along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs only adds to the onslaught of sensation, dragging out a shaky gasp as her eyes flutter open again in time to catch his smirk. the sight makes her stomach clench, makes her fingers tighten in his hair; something adjacent to annoyance flares alongside the slow burn of arousal, but it's fleeting, banking quickly once he works his tongue into her.
it's a gentle stretch but has her twisting beneath him all the same, a more pronounced shudder chasing heat down her spine. lune is quiet in her pleasure, but her body makes up for it: fingers gripping his hand tightly, the heel of her foot digging into his back to encourage him closer. she barely registers the way her hips squirm, trying to grind down on his tongue, his face, anywhere else she can find. it's only the fact that she may actually smother him that she relents, a low moan caught in her throat. ]
Verso— [ barely above a murmur, but in the quiet of the night, she's certain he wouldn't miss it. whatever else she wanted to say slips immediately from her mind like sand between her fingers; her world narrows down to each point of contact they share, her pulse loud in her ears. she's so—she's close, she can feel it as the tension winds tighter, pushing his hand on her abdomen down until he meets his mouth, until she can guide his thumb to press against her clit. ]
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sorry for the wait!!
it's a gentle stretch but has her twisting beneath him all the same, a more pronounced shudder chasing heat down her spine. lune is quiet in her pleasure, but her body makes up for it: fingers gripping his hand tightly, the heel of her foot digging into his back to encourage him closer. she barely registers the way her hips squirm, trying to grind down on his tongue, his face, anywhere else she can find. it's only the fact that she may actually smother him that she relents, a low moan caught in her throat. ]
Verso— [ barely above a murmur, but in the quiet of the night, she's certain he wouldn't miss it. whatever else she wanted to say slips immediately from her mind like sand between her fingers; her world narrows down to each point of contact they share, her pulse loud in her ears. she's so—she's close, she can feel it as the tension winds tighter, pushing his hand on her abdomen down until he meets his mouth, until she can guide his thumb to press against her clit. ]