[ Breathing isn't sexy. Breathing is a goddamn imperative -- and Hei gratefully scoops air back into his lungs like it's going out of style. ]
[ His eyes are drawn over and over to the girl. Her face is a minefield of animation -- sweet and intense. Even from his cell, he can tell she's shuttering between fever and frustration. It's a frustration for him, too. There's no way to ask what she wants. How she likes to be touched. Whether he should go faster or slower. He can only navigate by instinct. ]
[ With the thumb and forefinger of both hands, he parts the plump folds of vulva to expose her twitching clit. Strokes the pads of his thumbs across the pillow-soft, slippery-hot skin on either side of it, teasing her, working her higher, but not daring to get too rough, in case she gets oversensitized and her arousal fades to discomfort. ]
[ There's got to be an easier way. ]
[ Then: Oh. ]
[ The epiphany is thick, slow, rolling in and out like a wave. Leave it to him to ignore the obvious solution. Dipping his head, he licks soft-tongued right across her entrance. Experimental, almost tentative -- but she tastes clean, he notes with relief. Exhaling, he laves at the salt-slick topography of her inner-lips, and at the same time slips his thumb down along her folds. He sinks it halfway into the wet, heated opening -- she is very tight, disturbingly virginal -- even as he covers the peak of her clit with his mouth. Humming, he starts to suck softly, rocking his thumb inside her with the same pulsing rhythm. ]
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Date: 2015-05-12 02:54 am (UTC)[ His eyes are drawn over and over to the girl. Her face is a minefield of animation -- sweet and intense. Even from his cell, he can tell she's shuttering between fever and frustration. It's a frustration for him, too. There's no way to ask what she wants. How she likes to be touched. Whether he should go faster or slower. He can only navigate by instinct. ]
[ With the thumb and forefinger of both hands, he parts the plump folds of vulva to expose her twitching clit. Strokes the pads of his thumbs across the pillow-soft, slippery-hot skin on either side of it, teasing her, working her higher, but not daring to get too rough, in case she gets oversensitized and her arousal fades to discomfort. ]
[ There's got to be an easier way. ]
[ Then: Oh. ]
[ The epiphany is thick, slow, rolling in and out like a wave. Leave it to him to ignore the obvious solution. Dipping his head, he licks soft-tongued right across her entrance. Experimental, almost tentative -- but she tastes clean, he notes with relief. Exhaling, he laves at the salt-slick topography of her inner-lips, and at the same time slips his thumb down along her folds. He sinks it halfway into the wet, heated opening -- she is very tight, disturbingly virginal -- even as he covers the peak of her clit with his mouth. Humming, he starts to suck softly, rocking his thumb inside her with the same pulsing rhythm. ]