[ But that stray thought you have brings out his skin's keen memory for how it feels to have one's wrists/ankles/limbs tied together tight, to know, intimately, the struggle of one's body against the hard certainty of bindings keeping one in place, exposing, not by his choice but by yours, what parts of him interest you the most.
His hips are bucking against your mouth now, pushing his cock between your lips, over your tongue. Every sob of need that leaves his lips now is also a plea, because it's rapidly becoming impossible for him to keep himself from cresting higher and spilling over.
Say what you will about Arcadia, but it seems as though it is in this place that your fiancee lets himself surrender to the deeper, darker aspects of his love for you. Perhaps that is, yet again, a sign of how much he trusts you. ]
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His hips are bucking against your mouth now, pushing his cock between your lips, over your tongue. Every sob of need that leaves his lips now is also a plea, because it's rapidly becoming impossible for him to keep himself from cresting higher and spilling over.
Say what you will about Arcadia, but it seems as though it is in this place that your fiancee lets himself surrender to the deeper, darker aspects of his love for you. Perhaps that is, yet again, a sign of how much he trusts you. ]