[ He knows she's close, maybe even hovering torturously so to that precipice, her entire body wracked with tremors that she can't hope to suppress, and he's there to try and deliver everything she's asking for with that firm crooking of his fingers, the harder lash of his tongue against her clit.
Her pleasure is coming off of her in waves and he thinks some of it might be filtering through other levels of his awareness, deeper than anything he can feel while he's touching her. It's like she's in his thoughts, giving him the impressions that everything he's doing is right. ]
Mmm. [ It's an encouraging sound, and he has to retreat for a second to murmur against her, to make sure she hears him while she arches beneath him, strains, and all he can do is marvel at her. ]
That's it. Just... let go.
[ He wants to see it, all of it, the first time she really tips over the edge for him all over again; it's an image that's already indelibly marked on his consciousness from before, but this is new, isn't it? New because she's never felt it from him like this. ]
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Her pleasure is coming off of her in waves and he thinks some of it might be filtering through other levels of his awareness, deeper than anything he can feel while he's touching her. It's like she's in his thoughts, giving him the impressions that everything he's doing is right. ]
Mmm. [ It's an encouraging sound, and he has to retreat for a second to murmur against her, to make sure she hears him while she arches beneath him, strains, and all he can do is marvel at her. ]
That's it. Just... let go.
[ He wants to see it, all of it, the first time she really tips over the edge for him all over again; it's an image that's already indelibly marked on his consciousness from before, but this is new, isn't it? New because she's never felt it from him like this. ]