Her pleasure washed over her in waves, flowing outward to the tips of her fingers, which curled involuntarily into his cheek and chest, leaving crescent imprints behind. Only a sudden quickened consciousness of Neil, triggered by the scent of his sweat and the springy hair of his beard beneath her hand, spared his face the same welted streaks that his chest came to bear. And even so, she knew, if she hadn't stopped herself, he'd have worn those scratches as a badge of honor, as proof that he'd served her well.
Which was almost certainly why she didn't allow herself to mark his face. He wouldn't look out for himself when she used him like this, so she had to.
Not that, in this moment, she was thinking about either leaving stripes or not doing it. She'd flowed well past any possibility of higher thought as soon as she'd realized how much he was getting off on belonging to her like this. And now rode, nursing the end of her orgasm and feeling the promise of another, in the 'just right' sensation in her cunt and the tingle of her clit.
On instinct, she lifted herself off his cock as the spasms ended and rasped, "Just your mouth," as she crawled toward his head. "Don't come." Then she straddled his face (careful not to smother him entirely), nipples pulling tighter and labia slicking with fresh desire while she anticipated the first swipes of his tongue.
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Re: 9/24 - around quarter to six
Date: 2018-11-28 01:48 am (UTC)Which was almost certainly why she didn't allow herself to mark his face. He wouldn't look out for himself when she used him like this, so she had to.
Not that, in this moment, she was thinking about either leaving stripes or not doing it. She'd flowed well past any possibility of higher thought as soon as she'd realized how much he was getting off on belonging to her like this. And now rode, nursing the end of her orgasm and feeling the promise of another, in the 'just right' sensation in her cunt and the tingle of her clit.
On instinct, she lifted herself off his cock as the spasms ended and rasped, "Just your mouth," as she crawled toward his head. "Don't come." Then she straddled his face (careful not to smother him entirely), nipples pulling tighter and labia slicking with fresh desire while she anticipated the first swipes of his tongue.