[That smile of yours is enough to make him feel weak, especially since it's coupled with all of those other small ministrations that you're so fond of lavishing upon him. Maybe he will tell you someday, how you're the one who made him appreciate this kind of fuck: slow, thorough, deliberate, careful, and sweet.
The grip his fingers have on yours is weakening. His head is tossing all over again, as he's swallowing and finally tearing his gaze away from you in a valiant attempt at drawing himself back together. The resistance is instinctual, because letting someone else come this close and knowing just how willing one is to let it happen in the first place is always humbling and a bit frightening in the same breath.]
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The grip his fingers have on yours is weakening. His head is tossing all over again, as he's swallowing and finally tearing his gaze away from you in a valiant attempt at drawing himself back together. The resistance is instinctual, because letting someone else come this close and knowing just how willing one is to let it happen in the first place is always humbling and a bit frightening in the same breath.]