[ He'll take those noises and answer them with a satisfied hum from deep in his chest before pulling back so he can watch you again as he slides his palms up your thighs, kneading a steady path over the curve and angles of your hips/waist/torso and making sure to steer clear of your cock.
Forgive him, love, if he wets his lips unconsciously. He's quietly mesmerized by the way the oil shines off of your skin, accentuating each dip and rise of muscle.
The moment you speak up though, there's a pause and a slow, smug smile. You're so damn cute when you look like that.
You'll feel one cuff to widen, loosening their hold on your wrist just enough for him to draw your left arm out of it. ]
No.
[ His gaze is turning to said arm now, as he gets to work on the tension there. Patience, babe. This'll be so much better if you let him do as he likes.
He eventually gets to your wrist, thumb careful over your pulse. The room is quiet. He's quiet. But he'll draw your hand up soon enough, bending close to take your pinky between his lips. He'll suck on each finger with deliberate slowness, as if to savor you inch by glorious inch. ]
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Forgive him, love, if he wets his lips unconsciously. He's quietly mesmerized by the way the oil shines off of your skin, accentuating each dip and rise of muscle.
The moment you speak up though, there's a pause and a slow, smug smile. You're so damn cute when you look like that.
You'll feel one cuff to widen, loosening their hold on your wrist just enough for him to draw your left arm out of it. ]
No.
[ His gaze is turning to said arm now, as he gets to work on the tension there. Patience, babe. This'll be so much better if you let him do as he likes.
He eventually gets to your wrist, thumb careful over your pulse. The room is quiet. He's quiet. But he'll draw your hand up soon enough, bending close to take your pinky between his lips. He'll suck on each finger with deliberate slowness, as if to savor you inch by glorious inch. ]