[ His eyes will flick to you at that, because you said his name; because the way you say it goes straight to the core of him. He'll hold your gaze for as long as he can as he sheathes you back in the warmth of his mouth, and if his eyes shut, it is only because he is moving around you and sucking you off harder in a reflection of how sharp the ache goes on his end.
( It is torture, by the way. He's trying to figure out a better way to sit, but his own cock is hard and aching to be touched -- but still. You first. He has you where he never thought he'd want you, his own release can come later. )
His hands have come round and slipped between the sheets and your body now; those are his fingers digging into the skin of your buttocks, lifting your hips up as if that might help get you off better with each suck and swallowed moan.
Come on, babe. He wants the taste of you in his mouth. Actually, let's be honest: he's going to make love to you like this until you won't have any other choice but to thrust up into his mouth with abandon. ]
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( It is torture, by the way. He's trying to figure out a better way to sit, but his own cock is hard and aching to be touched -- but still. You first. He has you where he never thought he'd want you, his own release can come later. )
His hands have come round and slipped between the sheets and your body now; those are his fingers digging into the skin of your buttocks, lifting your hips up as if that might help get you off better with each suck and swallowed moan.
Come on, babe. He wants the taste of you in his mouth. Actually, let's be honest: he's going to make love to you like this until you won't have any other choice but to thrust up into his mouth with abandon. ]