[ And as you drive him back up again, making him quiver and squirm and whine in protest against how terribly good you're making him feel, he can't help but think back to the very first time he ever asked you to destroy him this way. You had been so nervous, near conflicted by how overwhelming the entire experience of being the one in total control was, and at times, far too careful. He had loved you all the same for it.
None of that nervousness seems to be there now. You're ruthless in your kindness, relentless in how thorough you are being in extracting precisely the kind of reactions out of his body that turn the both of you on. Back then you had not wanted him to beg, on the pretense that doing that meant that neither of you could really meet each other halfway. Now you seem to have reached a better understanding of what you can do for him, and what he can do for you.
You're going to be this way for the rest of the night. Because he has never truly seen you like this, he does not know what to expect from you.
It's that revelation, then, that merits the way your boy responds next: with another shudder that runs down the full length of his spine, one that prompts him to press down against those fingers that you have close to his entrance. He's trying to turn his head towards yours now, attempting to seek out your mouth with his in spite of how his lips tremble. One of his hands is also trying to move between his own legs in the hopes of snagging your hand and urging you on. ]
Please, Josh.
[ That plea is the softest of whispers into the air between you both. ]
Please...
[ Isn't it delicious, seeing your boy so far gone that he isn't even sure what he's begging for? ]
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None of that nervousness seems to be there now. You're ruthless in your kindness, relentless in how thorough you are being in extracting precisely the kind of reactions out of his body that turn the both of you on. Back then you had not wanted him to beg, on the pretense that doing that meant that neither of you could really meet each other halfway. Now you seem to have reached a better understanding of what you can do for him, and what he can do for you.
You're going to be this way for the rest of the night. Because he has never truly seen you like this, he does not know what to expect from you.
It's that revelation, then, that merits the way your boy responds next: with another shudder that runs down the full length of his spine, one that prompts him to press down against those fingers that you have close to his entrance. He's trying to turn his head towards yours now, attempting to seek out your mouth with his in spite of how his lips tremble. One of his hands is also trying to move between his own legs in the hopes of snagging your hand and urging you on. ]
Please, Josh.
[ That plea is the softest of whispers into the air between you both. ]
Please...
[ Isn't it delicious, seeing your boy so far gone that he isn't even sure what he's begging for? ]