[ He shifts above you, slowing the pace he's sucking at your cock only for a moment as he sets his hands on either side of your hips. Coming up from another pass, he lets the tip of his tongue lap at the tip of you; gaze hooded, eyes dark.
There are images flashing from him to you now: you on your knees, over him, your fingers curled on the headboard or gripping the sheets ( he doesn't want to push yet, not yet; but the drapes of this bed look sturdy enough to lash you with -- if you'll let him ) your cock in his mouth as he stretches you out with his fingers while he sucks you off until you cum.
His need for you is visceral, his desire a tangible thing. ]
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There are images flashing from him to you now: you on your knees, over him, your fingers curled on the headboard or gripping the sheets ( he doesn't want to push yet, not yet; but the drapes of this bed look sturdy enough to lash you with -- if you'll let him ) your cock in his mouth as he stretches you out with his fingers while he sucks you off until you cum.
His need for you is visceral, his desire a tangible thing. ]