She was hard to read. It was about as big a moment as they’d had together, and her arousal

She was hard to read. It was about as big a moment as they’d had together, and her arousal was making it hard to tell what was going on in her head, beyond the usual expletives and deistic invocations. He grabbed her thighs, prying them apart, working against sentient muscles, more concerned with getting some friction against that throbbing core of her than allowing him to do their work for him. She grabbed the bed, throttling the sheets as he pressed his lips against that slick warmth.  “Fucker!” She always insulted him when he went down on her, and he always made her pay for it, but never too much. His fingers reached up, finding that tense nipple, a hard point of arousal, and he pinched and twisted. She swore some more, and he couldn’t help but grin around his tongue, pressing his nose hard against her clit. He didn’t need restraints, not right now. Bondage was for those moments he savoured, the ones where he could draw it out into oblivion, slip a sensation across minutes and hours. Keep her still while he drank her up, until she was but an exhausted husk. Right now he just needed his hands, and the strength he had in them. One against her belly, keeping her pinned, the other toying with those poor abused nipples, turning them rouge, keeping them sensitive.  Her’s were far away, lost to the heights above her head, grabbing and twisting and bunching and fisting that poor cotton sheet. Dominating it just as much as he as dominating her, making it a material bitch. He chuckled at the thought, sending vibrations ricocheting inside her.  “Twat!” She was writhing underneath him, and the word was instantly met with another twist, and another swear in retort. It was a beautiful feedback loop, pain and pleasure twisting in on one another, a perverted oroboros. He pushed the snakes from his mind and slid his tongue past those swollen lips, tasting that delicious gasp that catapulted past her lips. Her stomach was a wave under his hand, undulating constantly. He tweaked a nipple and she nearly screamed bloody murder. The throb of blood between his legs was almost painful. This was the moment he enjoyed the most, the warmup, where he wasn’t quite able to enjoy himself as much as he wanted to be. Too many things to do at once, he was spoilt for choice. Which was a pretty good place to be. “Cunt!” His grin spread wider, and he lanced his tongue in deep. -- source link

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