[ This isn't effort. He's barely gotten started. ]
[ He lays his lips across the humid space between her breasts, hearing the escalation of her soft, hitched gasps. Smiles lazily, and lets his poised touch proceed further -- a soft kiss on her sternum. Tongue dipping into the little bowl that sits at her collarbones. Three kisses up her throat, lapping at the arc in wet sweeps. Her skin is so soft; he can feel the vein pulsing beneath the delicate curtain of flesh. In his past life, this is the spot he'd mark with a silent X. A dotted line for his blade to sink in as if into hot butter. ]
[ Here, he simply gnaws the skin, right at the sweet-spot that seems connected by a live-wire right to her groin. The pressure on her mons grows heavier. His finger teases apart her lips and presses against her slick little entrance. It slides up the cleft, parting the lips all the way, then brushes lightly -- so lightly -- against her clit. He teases it with soft flicks, once, twice, again, before letting her labia softly fall back together, touching. His hand is gone -- a loss of stimulation to that sensitive part even as he devotes the attention of both palms to long, downward sweeps from both her thighs to the ticklish soles of her feet. Working the pads of each toe with rolling strokes, the methodical care disguising a hint of playfulness. ]
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[ He lays his lips across the humid space between her breasts, hearing the escalation of her soft, hitched gasps. Smiles lazily, and lets his poised touch proceed further -- a soft kiss on her sternum. Tongue dipping into the little bowl that sits at her collarbones. Three kisses up her throat, lapping at the arc in wet sweeps. Her skin is so soft; he can feel the vein pulsing beneath the delicate curtain of flesh. In his past life, this is the spot he'd mark with a silent X. A dotted line for his blade to sink in as if into hot butter. ]
[ Here, he simply gnaws the skin, right at the sweet-spot that seems connected by a live-wire right to her groin. The pressure on her mons grows heavier. His finger teases apart her lips and presses against her slick little entrance. It slides up the cleft, parting the lips all the way, then brushes lightly -- so lightly -- against her clit. He teases it with soft flicks, once, twice, again, before letting her labia softly fall back together, touching. His hand is gone -- a loss of stimulation to that sensitive part even as he devotes the attention of both palms to long, downward sweeps from both her thighs to the ticklish soles of her feet. Working the pads of each toe with rolling strokes, the methodical care disguising a hint of playfulness. ]