[ In the meantime, he's happy to stay where he is, exploring the warm heft and softness of her breasts, rolling her nipples between gentle teeth, again and again, coaxing them into tense little crinkles of flesh while an intolerable, nearly insupportable pressure gathers in his dick. Still, something in him always longs to try to re-catalog her, with all the pleasure of knowing it is a neverending task. The finish line -- for now -- is less interesting.]
[ Humming, he slurps one hard nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, then blows gently on the other. Nips at the underside of one breast and traces her rib-cage with his teeth, mapping the bisecting line of her body, testing each inch of her skin to see the resultant reaction. After an infinity of whorling licks and biting kisses, their prints like blotchy red hearts on her skin, he breaks to fall between her legs. Slides his palms under her thighs, squeezing her buttocks, as he nuzzles the dark split plum of her sex, mouthing her through slicked corkscrews of curls, laving his tongue back to front, flattening it across her clit, over and over, at first tender then exquisitely cruel. ]
[ He wants to draw the scent of her into his skin, his lungs, with the goal of driving her first toward desperation, then escalating frustration, and then past all coherent words or thought. ]
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[ Like it's a dish he's saving for last. ]
[ In the meantime, he's happy to stay where he is, exploring the warm heft and softness of her breasts, rolling her nipples between gentle teeth, again and again, coaxing them into tense little crinkles of flesh while an intolerable, nearly insupportable pressure gathers in his dick. Still, something in him always longs to try to re-catalog her, with all the pleasure of knowing it is a neverending task. The finish line -- for now -- is less interesting.]
[ Humming, he slurps one hard nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, then blows gently on the other. Nips at the underside of one breast and traces her rib-cage with his teeth, mapping the bisecting line of her body, testing each inch of her skin to see the resultant reaction. After an infinity of whorling licks and biting kisses, their prints like blotchy red hearts on her skin, he breaks to fall between her legs. Slides his palms under her thighs, squeezing her buttocks, as he nuzzles the dark split plum of her sex, mouthing her through slicked corkscrews of curls, laving his tongue back to front, flattening it across her clit, over and over, at first tender then exquisitely cruel. ]
[ He wants to draw the scent of her into his skin, his lungs, with the goal of driving her first toward desperation, then escalating frustration, and then past all coherent words or thought. ]