[ He licks at his lips, a swift thing before he's nipping over it with restless teeth, a bite that muffles the soft rise of his moan. There's little to tell what earns more of the credit for that sound, be it the tease of a circular lick, mischievous tongue rotating his nipple, or the catch of her gaze, that heat in her eyes that offer him so much more.
And he'd accept it, every brush of her mouth on him, the way she maneuvers it to her advantage, knowing the tricks that evoke the urgent sounds from his throat. But he remains unsettled, his own hunger growling in his core, and he gives her hair a tug, drawing her back to angle her lips upwards for him to snatch with his own.
The kiss remains messy, almost uncoordinated as his tongue rolls against hers, scolding it in turn for its teases. Breath heavy, he murmurs while barely parting from her, ] I want my mouth on you. [ He swallows, nose nudging nose, before he adds, ] I want mine on you. Yours on me. [ A compromise. ]
[ She won't mask her delight in hearing whatever she prompts from him, whether it's inarticulate or little more than a soft exhalation, even the sound of her own name β she'll absorb it all, learning what she has to do to provoke one noise over another, though she doesn't get the chance to remain where she is for very long before he's snagging fingers in her hair, the resulting tug making her scalp prickle before his mouth skews over hers.
It's exactly the right kind of messy, sloppy, a gossamer-wet thread connecting her lower lip to his until it breaks with the first utterance of his desire, of what he wants from her. She can't help but think back to the words he'd sent her not too long ago, about wanting to eat her out until she's trembling from it, and fuck, she knows sheβll be slick when he tastes her there, already open and ripe and ready for it now, that scrap of lace between her thighs mere moments away from being soaked straight through. ]
Please. God. [ She remembers the want she'd expressed too, about what she'd do once she gets her mouth on him, and unconsciously licks her lips, arching back just far enough to strip off her sweatshirt. ] Get your pants off.
[ His lips twitch into a smirk at the affirmation, praising it with another swift kiss before she's already drawing back to strip away remaining layers, the heavy fabric of her sweatshirt easily lifted in her haste, the familiar shape of her curves only briefly admired before he guides his attention to undoing his jeans.
When the denim slides down his legs, the remaining piece soon follows, ridding himself of his boxer briefs while he's ridding himself of what's left, exposing the weight of his cock at half mass, the pooling arousal of it still actively building with every kiss, every promise of more.
He climbs upon the bed, knees shifting across the mattress until he's behind her, leaning forward for his lips to drape again her neck, still aiming for that continuous physical connection even if it's only fleeting each time. Because he doesn't cease movement, reaching for her hand and tugging to lead her further onto the bed as he shuffles backwards himself, lust and affection swirling in his eyes. ] C'mere, you.
[ The sudden lack of the warm, weighty fabric against her body evokes a small tremor from her body but the hard buds of her nipples, their flushed points, can't be blamed on the loss of what little clothing she'd planned on wearing to bed tonight, alone. She can focus on peeling her underwear off instead, hooking her thumbs into the delicate thread at her hips and easing it down past her thighs while he takes care of what articles still drape his frame.
His lips find her neck there, that spot where it merges into her shoulder, only giving her more ideas about how they'll feel elsewhere eventually, but she has little time to react before he's already drawing her back onto the bed, his beckoning words making her chuckle quietly. She pivots to crawl up over him then, wanting the warmth of his skin against her own even if it's only for a few moments before they focus on other priorities, her free hand bracing on his chest as she swings her leg across his middle to straddle him. ]
I do like the view from up here. [ Him stretched out across her bed, strong and battle-scarred and eyes only for her, at least in this moment; she cups his face lightly in both hands and bends low to kiss him again, humming when she lets her full weight sink into the heat of his firmness. ]
[ A chuckle sprouts from her admiration, lips twisted in the signature of his more subtle smile, her fingers dancing up the length of forearms, tickling into a soft grip of her biceps. ]
Can't say I have much to complain about on my end. [ The sway of her long waves draped across her shoulders, fallen from her crawl across him, the swell of her pert breasts, nipples attentive and practically calling for the touch of his fingertips, the sly curve of her lips that loom in to snatch at his own β he gazes upon all of it with endearment, eyes lit as if it's the first time he gets to bask in the look of her.
It's the kiss that distracts him, and while he's made his promises on what he wants, he's in no rush to halt this either, sighing against her open mouth when her body presses against his cock, hips shifting if only for that pleasant grind that transfers heat in an endless cycle between them, a satisfying accompaniment to the eager kisses selfishly exchanged. ]
[ She hadn't been lying when she'd mentioned this position was one of her favorites, not just for the sight it affords her but for the likely obvious control aspect, in everything from how she swirls her hips to the pace she can set. In the past she might have been more primarily focused on the selfishness of it too, the pleasure she could claim for herself without necessarily thinking of who lays there beneath her β but she's never been able to enter into any of these hours they've stolen away without wanting to give it back as good as she gets. ]
Might like it even better in a second. [ That murmur over his lips is punctuated by the slow slide of her hand between their bodies, lifting her hips to further permit a descent to where she can wrap her fingers around his length and stroke, a soft prelude to her eventual intent.
She hasn't tired of the sight of the utter pleasure that transforms his features when she touches him like this; somehow she doubts she ever will, lips moving over a strong chin before she nips at the taut skin along his jaw. ]
[ He can read the movements of her intent, how the stealthy slip of her fingertips between them to curl around his hardened arousal is for the purposes of his response, how she can draw the peak of her control by the weight of her movements, by a squeeze or stroke all powered in the technique of her hand.
And for all that she seeks, he offers; the initial touch prompts a soft subtle gasp almost instantly lost, but as she finds a more valued stroke along the shaft, his lips part with unsteady breaths, his head drawn back against her pillow, exposing the long expanse of his neck where his adam's apple bobs from a thick swallow. ]
Shit. [ He mutters, because it's good already, every corner of muscle and skin taut with anticipation and longing for her touch, her kiss, to be engulfed in every slip of possibility, groaning when she nips, not because it pains but because it revitalizes him. His own caresses encourage every sting of a bite, palms sloping along her sides, kneading heated skin until finding the hang of her breasts, thumb tracing that pointed press of a nipple. ]
[ He really is something to behold here, hard and wanting and hers, and she swallows down that unexpected sense of ownership that results from something as unexpected as watching him arch beneath the grip of her fingers. It's not even a question of ensuring his readiness; that's never been in doubt. No, it's finding any available excuse to touch him, however the opportunities present themselves.
But it also feels a little like teasing in a way that's indisputably her, as much as she can delay giving in to what's basically a guarantee at this point.
She will pull away, but only because she knows he won't complain once he realizes where she's going, bracing her hands on his shoulders once more to nudge herself up into sitting, licking kiss-swollen lips while she studies him for those few, precious fractions of a minute. It'll take some maneuvering to reverse her straddle over his midsection, but that grin she flashes over her shoulder at him should be another spur in his side. ] Time for you to make me squirm.
[ She could turn him inside out exactly where she is, her eyes locked on him to observe every turning point of his pleasure, and he wouldn't protest a second of it. He could thrive on her mouth at his jaw, her parted lips gnawing at the sharp curves and tracing every line that tightens from his pleasured expressions.
The exchange, however, is worth it when she's drawing back, a sense of pride and accomplishment in her gaze as she peers down to the man she's somehow managed to wrap so seamlessly around her finger with a few tacky jokes and the expertise of a sly smile. Her shifting body is what draws the lick to his own lips, watching as she twists around and she offers an alternate display of herself. ]
I'll make you do more than that. [ It's not as smooth as his previous deliveries, but his mind is hardly on the quality of his lines or the banter, not when he intends to occupy his mouth on other tasks. His palms already roam against the soft back of her thighs, ascending to where they meet, curving at the prime visual of those tight rear cheeks. While he nips anxiously at his lip, he only guides a mere thumb over the pressed folds between her legs, a single touch enough to find that heat slick with existing arousal, leaving him to rub intently over the entrance. ]
[ This position, specifically? Perfectly legitimate in theory, but maybe a little awkward in practice when all is said and done, and she realizes without the benefit of maintaining eye contact she feels kind of silly perched up here the way that she is, the restless shift of hips above him a subtle clue.
But their verbal exchanges are going to be severely limited in a very short amount of time, and that realization sends her up onto her knees, bracing her weight there shortly before his hand slides between her thighs and he strokes over her with thick, sure fingers, fueling her need that much higher. ]
You will. [ It's a damn guarantee now, and she'll readily admit it as she shifts herself backward. He wants her thighs wrapped around his head? He's going to get them, but she stops just shy of pressing her hips down toward his face, hovering in that painfully close space, fingers of one hand dipping down to part her folds wide as her breath catches in her throat, giving him the visual of her slick and spread open. ] You want a taste?
[ He manages his own private smirk, an amusement in the lines of his lips as she shuffles her body back to level it properly over him. He'll assist in the adjustment, his fingers wrapping around her thighs to guide them in closer until she's settled perfectly above his mouth.
The mere question sends a spur of heat through him, because it's she that's reaching between her legs, long fingers gliding around her folds to part them for him, soft wet skin glistening with her arousal. ]
Yeah. [ He murmurs, a simple answer but with the purr of his low voice, it's more in the yearning found in the sound, a predecessor to his more important intentions with his mouth as he leans his head up. Lips opening wide, his tongue dips to meet that assisted entry, rolling against the parted pink of her sex, licking a long stripe to gather the first taste of her. ]
[ Even the act of exposing her want like this feels like its own brand of filthy; she's no stranger to touching herself, sliding a hand between her legs to tease her clit long enough until her cunt is begging for something to be shoved inside, to be fucked. She's even gotten herself off like this before with him listening on the other end of the line, hearing every shuddering gasp and slide of skin against the bedsheets as she rocked her hips up into the crooking curl of her fingers.
But having him lying there beneath her, getting a front-row seat to what she looks like when she's practically dripping for him β it makes her bite her lip long before he even inclines to give her his mouth, his tongue brushing against the sides of her fingers while she glances down to see his jaw tilting upward with the motion of it. ]
Shit. [ It feels so good already and he's barely even started, and she knows she'll have no hope of staying propped up on her knees like this the longer he licks over her, but she can manage it well enough for now, sighing with every single stroke that coaxes more of her arousal out onto his lips. ]
[ She's warm on his tongue, a brand of wet that he wouldn't need much more effort to coax, and the display of her existing arousal practically paralleling his own, fully erect and attentive with the undeniable want of her.
He could have remained in his apartment, let her have the opportunity to rest as she'd seemed to have been lulling towards; he doesn't regret making the long trip, of repeating mistakes again and again in falling into this addictive routine with her β touching her, tasting her, fucking her. They're his own private comforts, for as long as she seeks it out from him, false securities in these nights belonging to them alone.
Gripping her thighs, he lingers at her folds, stroking slow but full, sliding across the entirety of it as if refusing to miss an opportunity to blend the slick evidence of her heat with his own saliva. Yet it isn't long before his tongue takes advantage of the parted entry, gliding past to stroke it inside for as far as the muscle can reach. ]
[ He could have stayed. She could have let the question between them drop, when asked if she wanted him to come here. She could have said no, begged off for sleep, come up with a lame excuse about needing sleep after a long day of work that neither of them would've fully bought. But he'd asked her, and she hadn't been able to deny this, deny herself him.
He's given her his mouth before but never with her kneeling over him, straddling his face, and even if she does have the advantage of being on top there's a small amount of helplessness in it too, of being bound to whatever sensation he chooses to deliver to her via the strokes of his tongue, the suction of his lips. Her hand slips out from between her thighs to brace against the mattress and then she leans forward, because she hasn't forgotten about the other desire she expressed to him once before, about taking his cock in her mouth deep enough to make herself gag, and she wants to follow through.
Of course, that's the same moment he presses his tongue into her and she freezes halfway in her crawl down his body, a sudden shudder coursing down her spine and triggering the grinding roll of her hips, seeking out that slick penetration. ] Fuck, right there.
[ There's a fondness for this, for this varied position, where there's so much shared power, where she can move freely as her body instinctively guides her and he's merely there to abide, to let his tongue run to where she wants it. Because even as her body leans forward, he doesn't relent from the shift, still lifting his jaw up to adjust for any movements, using them to his attention for a more notable brush.
Any moan she releases from above, any sharp swear that bordering on pleasure, he wants to hear more, following suit with his playful tongue to fights to be inside of her, lapping at her soaked walls with fervor and hunger.
He hadn't seen himself falling into urges like this when he'd found himself in the city, hadn't considered the lust for positions like these after so long of wanting nothing, of not tending himself to pleasure when he'd adjusted the order of his priorities, but he's conscious of the weakness for it now, how merely having her there is enough to realign his wants to an altered order; tonight, eating her out until she's quivering rises to the top of that list. ]
[ She's bowled over for those few lingering beats that he thoroughly laps at her, tongue delving deep to coax another low moan from her throat and a twitch of her hips, something stuttering and jagged as she fixates more on the feeling of it rather than any need for elegance. Liquid heat pools in her tailbone and she clutches a fistful of the comforter, biting down hard on her lower lip because fuck, he's bound to make her come already if she's not careful.
She'll let that sensitivity stack up on itself and build into something even stronger, and she can distract herself even more readily once she gets to indulge herself in putting her mouth on him in return, steadying her weight with a forearm braced on top of his thigh as she leans forward enough to coil the fingers of one hand around the base of his cock.
The fact that he's even permitted her to make this reciprocal is something she doesn't want to take advantage of, doesn't want to steal her pleasure while neglecting his, but he'll likely be able to decipher just how much sucking him off turns her on with his mouth where it is. Her lips part to take him in, gradual and easing, and she moans at the heat, the salt of his shaft on her tongue, rolling her shoulders forward in an attempt to see just how much she can handle before she has to ease off, before the size of him threatens her gag reflex. ]
[ He could get lost in this, and if she happened to settle for merely taking from him, he'd find little reason to argue. Because he can give and give and give if she allowed him, to let her bask in the heat of his mouth meeting that of her sex, to spoil her with the persistence motions of his tongue wanting to taste the drip of her as it grinds low on his parted lips.
But when Wynonna sets her mind to something, there's little to keep her from it, and so when he feels that sudden wrap of her mouth, the rise in heat that surrounds his cock with a newfound desired pressure, he staggers for a brief moment, gasping against pink skin with an involuntary groan. It's not gradual introduction, no drifting tease; she takes in his length and sucks, and his hips tense at the relief of it, a satisfied twitch left against her tongue.
His own won't cease its offering, fucking her still with the persistent strength of that muscle, making do with the stretch it can offer to penetrate at her slick walls. ]
[ She's given pleasure to him while deriving her own enjoyment from it plenty of times before, sinking down to her knees in front of him or crawling down the length of his body until she can get her mouth on his cock, always keeping one ear out for that sound he makes the first second she envelopes him with that heated pressure, the light suction that makes her cheeks hollow. It's one of few instances she lets herself get sloppy with her satisfaction in performing it all, her enthusiasm manifesting in the gloss of saliva that coats his shaft and occasionally drips down from the pout of her mouth.
And she dives in to it now with similar eagerness, arching her back as he pulses on her tongue, groans from his recline between her thighs, prompting a responsive moan from low in her throat.
They're spurring each other on now, his tongue responding in fervid kind while she focuses on the sheer task of discovering just deep she can swallow him down, her hands momentarily gathering her hair up and over her shoulder to get it out of the way before she can relax her jaw and rotate forward, refusing to stop until the tip of him nudges the back of her throat. ]
[ His mouth parts from her for the mere chance to breathe, the sharp intake of breath a natural course at the heightened sensations from her exploratory lips. She's taking in deep, testing the limits of resistance and it's felt in the drag of her tongue along the shaft, the tightening press between it and the roof of her mouth, trapped in its hot grasp.
Wynonna is never shy in the wake of sucking him off, each time she takes him in almost like a playful game where he can imagine the prideful look in her eyes if their position were adjusted. He's seen the slyness of it before when she's perched between his legs, peering up at him from her knees as she bobs her head. It's a view he misses, something oddly exhilarating in her watchful eye as she breaks him down, but it isn't as if he's disappointed as its substitute.
His thumb runs across the slickness of her folds, preliminary juices dragged with his skin to stroke over a sensitive nub, finger circling a rhythmic back-and-forth to her clit as his tongue dips back up to lick at the wet mess of her entrance. ]
[ It's as much a challenge for herself as it is a move designed to reciprocate as much pleasure as she can give him, an exchange for what he's offered to her with the strong slide of his tongue, those firm strokes that are already starting to make her hips lift with a neediness she can't bring herself to be self-conscious about. She's thoroughly distracted now, driven by her own desire to see this through, to indulge her own curiosity about how much she can take before she butts right up against the barrier of her comfort zone.
She moans around him, the sound leaving its own vibration that ripples down the length of him pushing deep into her mouth and further still, and she has to pull back just for a moment to breathe, to briefly swap her mouth for her hand, grip made slick as she works it over his cock in slow, even motions.
But she's also not against the idea of letting him in on how much she's enjoying herself, and a soft keening sound precedes the shift of her lower half, a rocking that brings her flush with his face. ] Baby, that feels so good. [ She's still whimpering while she returns her mouth to him, and now it's less about the finesse, the elegance of it and closer to finding those spots that will conjure his sounds, bring him edging to that release with the mess of her spit and more enthusiastic sucking. ]
[ Her words are encouragement in more than just driving him to lick her just right, but in prompting the rise of a hungry moan, an almost growl vibrating within the sound as he revels in the mutual exchange of pleasure, in how she rocks to ride the wave of his tongue sliding against her smooth slickness.
And he's getting closer, he knows it, his thighs tensing under the wake of her gliding fingers, her lips soon returning to slope over his sticky length with such encouraging motion. ] Fuck. [ He mutters, strained and biting from his throat, breath heavy on her skin as fingers slide across the curved arch of her back, hands smoothing over that bend she offers over his body just to have him in her mouth, to keep her thighs pressed to his cheeks.
He groans again, palms working over her rear and gripping, fingertips finding a steady hold on her ass as his tongue motions over her clit and laps with kindled fervor. ]
[ Slippery fingers fist a grip in the bedsheets beneath them as he holds her fast, seizes her, spreads her wide with his hands and licks up into her over and over, and she doesn't want to yield the taste of his cock in her mouth but she has to in order to moan again, louder this time, knees shifting as her thighs begin to quiver, eyes squeezing shut with the intensity of it. ]
Yeah, fuck, right there rightthere β [ She's going to leave a mess, she thinks, leave him shining with her, she can already tell he won't stop until she's left sticky and trembling.
That knowledge is what finally tilts her toward that razor-thin edge and beyond it, and she tips her cheek against his hip, pillowing it against the curve of bone while her hand takes over with a quick, hard stroke around his cock, one that stutters when she finally shatters with a wave that travels down the length of her spine. She's still riding through it when she exchanges hand for mouth again, moans slipping down the shaft along with the steady bobbing of her head, the filthy wet sounds of her sucking. ]
[ He holds her tighter when her body quakes beneath his hands, when he tastes the warmth of her heavy on his tongue, wet and painting his lips with everything he desires from her. And if it merely her hovering over his mouth, swaying her hips against his cheeks, he'd keep himself there still, licking her dry until he's swatted by her fingers to stop, until it becomes too much for her to bear that steady lapping.
But he draws his face back, if only because she hasn't given up on him yet, not when she's tensing above him and yet still finding the will to part her mouth on his cock with determination for keeping him slick with her spit.
He can hear the lewd echoes of her succulent lips, but the sensations of her rolling tongue and that press from all sides within her mouth is far stronger. Turning his head, he digs his face into her thigh, fingers tightening on her flesh and he moans over the course of a continuing build. ] Wynonna, fuck, Wynonna β [ The moans cut off with a strained noise in his throat, letting himself go, warm come streaming right against the roof of her mouth. ]
[ He holds it in until he can't anymore, and she collects it all, every drop of him sudden and salty against her tongue, so much she's forced to swallow once and then again before inevitably withdrawing and easing off him, sprawling out along his side. She's already chuckling, light and relaxed, unable to stifle the grin in her expression as her head lolls to one side, far enough for her temple to nudge against the outside of his thigh.
It strikes her then that both of them have basically succumbed to what could technically be referred to as a booty call, though they'd taken their sweet time getting to this point, her own curious inquiry into his whereabouts turning into a conversation that had somehow culminated in her inviting him over her to begin with β but she won't mention it if he doesn't, instead more than content to linger in the comfortable aftermath they've created for themselves as she allows herself to recover.
But she won't do it from this position, slowly rising up with a shove against the mattress and a soft grunt of effort in order to drive herself up toward the headboard and stretch out next to him, elbow digging into the pillows while she props her head up in her hand. ] Can't say I've done that in more than a minute.
[ He takes a long breath and then another, eased into shut eyes and his head nestling back into the pillow when she licks him clean, a lazy smile on his lips from how incredibly tender she is, more so when he hears the lightness of her laugh from below.
There's something oddly sweet in this when it should be anything but, when it's merely a spontaneous craving for sex that had him travel long across the city just to supply it.
( It's not just sex, and they know it, it's there when they linger close to one another, it's there when she laughs, it's there when he smiles, but they won't say it, won't, can't β )
He opens his eyes again only when she's lifted herself to level with him, lids fluttering up with a tilt of his head to the side to find the soft glow of her eyes in the darkness. With her hovering so close, he's helpless in raising his hand, the back of his finger gliding gently, languidly, against her cheek as his gaze gets consumed by the sight of her. ] Oh, yeah? Well, from my angle, I'd say you did a pretty decent job on it, Earp. [ He chuckles with the tease, a lazy lick swept across his lip. ] Ten stars.
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And he'd accept it, every brush of her mouth on him, the way she maneuvers it to her advantage, knowing the tricks that evoke the urgent sounds from his throat. But he remains unsettled, his own hunger growling in his core, and he gives her hair a tug, drawing her back to angle her lips upwards for him to snatch with his own.
The kiss remains messy, almost uncoordinated as his tongue rolls against hers, scolding it in turn for its teases. Breath heavy, he murmurs while barely parting from her, ] I want my mouth on you. [ He swallows, nose nudging nose, before he adds, ] I want mine on you. Yours on me. [ A compromise. ]
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It's exactly the right kind of messy, sloppy, a gossamer-wet thread connecting her lower lip to his until it breaks with the first utterance of his desire, of what he wants from her. She can't help but think back to the words he'd sent her not too long ago, about wanting to eat her out until she's trembling from it, and fuck, she knows sheβll be slick when he tastes her there, already open and ripe and ready for it now, that scrap of lace between her thighs mere moments away from being soaked straight through. ]
Please. God. [ She remembers the want she'd expressed too, about what she'd do once she gets her mouth on him, and unconsciously licks her lips, arching back just far enough to strip off her sweatshirt. ] Get your pants off.
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When the denim slides down his legs, the remaining piece soon follows, ridding himself of his boxer briefs while he's ridding himself of what's left, exposing the weight of his cock at half mass, the pooling arousal of it still actively building with every kiss, every promise of more.
He climbs upon the bed, knees shifting across the mattress until he's behind her, leaning forward for his lips to drape again her neck, still aiming for that continuous physical connection even if it's only fleeting each time. Because he doesn't cease movement, reaching for her hand and tugging to lead her further onto the bed as he shuffles backwards himself, lust and affection swirling in his eyes. ] C'mere, you.
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His lips find her neck there, that spot where it merges into her shoulder, only giving her more ideas about how they'll feel elsewhere eventually, but she has little time to react before he's already drawing her back onto the bed, his beckoning words making her chuckle quietly. She pivots to crawl up over him then, wanting the warmth of his skin against her own even if it's only for a few moments before they focus on other priorities, her free hand bracing on his chest as she swings her leg across his middle to straddle him. ]
I do like the view from up here. [ Him stretched out across her bed, strong and battle-scarred and eyes only for her, at least in this moment; she cups his face lightly in both hands and bends low to kiss him again, humming when she lets her full weight sink into the heat of his firmness. ]
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Can't say I have much to complain about on my end. [ The sway of her long waves draped across her shoulders, fallen from her crawl across him, the swell of her pert breasts, nipples attentive and practically calling for the touch of his fingertips, the sly curve of her lips that loom in to snatch at his own β he gazes upon all of it with endearment, eyes lit as if it's the first time he gets to bask in the look of her.
It's the kiss that distracts him, and while he's made his promises on what he wants, he's in no rush to halt this either, sighing against her open mouth when her body presses against his cock, hips shifting if only for that pleasant grind that transfers heat in an endless cycle between them, a satisfying accompaniment to the eager kisses selfishly exchanged. ]
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Might like it even better in a second. [ That murmur over his lips is punctuated by the slow slide of her hand between their bodies, lifting her hips to further permit a descent to where she can wrap her fingers around his length and stroke, a soft prelude to her eventual intent.
She hasn't tired of the sight of the utter pleasure that transforms his features when she touches him like this; somehow she doubts she ever will, lips moving over a strong chin before she nips at the taut skin along his jaw. ]
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And for all that she seeks, he offers; the initial touch prompts a soft subtle gasp almost instantly lost, but as she finds a more valued stroke along the shaft, his lips part with unsteady breaths, his head drawn back against her pillow, exposing the long expanse of his neck where his adam's apple bobs from a thick swallow. ]
Shit. [ He mutters, because it's good already, every corner of muscle and skin taut with anticipation and longing for her touch, her kiss, to be engulfed in every slip of possibility, groaning when she nips, not because it pains but because it revitalizes him. His own caresses encourage every sting of a bite, palms sloping along her sides, kneading heated skin until finding the hang of her breasts, thumb tracing that pointed press of a nipple. ]
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But it also feels a little like teasing in a way that's indisputably her, as much as she can delay giving in to what's basically a guarantee at this point.
She will pull away, but only because she knows he won't complain once he realizes where she's going, bracing her hands on his shoulders once more to nudge herself up into sitting, licking kiss-swollen lips while she studies him for those few, precious fractions of a minute. It'll take some maneuvering to reverse her straddle over his midsection, but that grin she flashes over her shoulder at him should be another spur in his side. ] Time for you to make me squirm.
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The exchange, however, is worth it when she's drawing back, a sense of pride and accomplishment in her gaze as she peers down to the man she's somehow managed to wrap so seamlessly around her finger with a few tacky jokes and the expertise of a sly smile. Her shifting body is what draws the lick to his own lips, watching as she twists around and she offers an alternate display of herself. ]
I'll make you do more than that. [ It's not as smooth as his previous deliveries, but his mind is hardly on the quality of his lines or the banter, not when he intends to occupy his mouth on other tasks. His palms already roam against the soft back of her thighs, ascending to where they meet, curving at the prime visual of those tight rear cheeks. While he nips anxiously at his lip, he only guides a mere thumb over the pressed folds between her legs, a single touch enough to find that heat slick with existing arousal, leaving him to rub intently over the entrance. ]
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But their verbal exchanges are going to be severely limited in a very short amount of time, and that realization sends her up onto her knees, bracing her weight there shortly before his hand slides between her thighs and he strokes over her with thick, sure fingers, fueling her need that much higher. ]
You will. [ It's a damn guarantee now, and she'll readily admit it as she shifts herself backward. He wants her thighs wrapped around his head? He's going to get them, but she stops just shy of pressing her hips down toward his face, hovering in that painfully close space, fingers of one hand dipping down to part her folds wide as her breath catches in her throat, giving him the visual of her slick and spread open. ] You want a taste?
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The mere question sends a spur of heat through him, because it's she that's reaching between her legs, long fingers gliding around her folds to part them for him, soft wet skin glistening with her arousal. ]
Yeah. [ He murmurs, a simple answer but with the purr of his low voice, it's more in the yearning found in the sound, a predecessor to his more important intentions with his mouth as he leans his head up. Lips opening wide, his tongue dips to meet that assisted entry, rolling against the parted pink of her sex, licking a long stripe to gather the first taste of her. ]
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But having him lying there beneath her, getting a front-row seat to what she looks like when she's practically dripping for him β it makes her bite her lip long before he even inclines to give her his mouth, his tongue brushing against the sides of her fingers while she glances down to see his jaw tilting upward with the motion of it. ]
Shit. [ It feels so good already and he's barely even started, and she knows she'll have no hope of staying propped up on her knees like this the longer he licks over her, but she can manage it well enough for now, sighing with every single stroke that coaxes more of her arousal out onto his lips. ]
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He could have remained in his apartment, let her have the opportunity to rest as she'd seemed to have been lulling towards; he doesn't regret making the long trip, of repeating mistakes again and again in falling into this addictive routine with her β touching her, tasting her, fucking her. They're his own private comforts, for as long as she seeks it out from him, false securities in these nights belonging to them alone.
Gripping her thighs, he lingers at her folds, stroking slow but full, sliding across the entirety of it as if refusing to miss an opportunity to blend the slick evidence of her heat with his own saliva. Yet it isn't long before his tongue takes advantage of the parted entry, gliding past to stroke it inside for as far as the muscle can reach. ]
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He's given her his mouth before but never with her kneeling over him, straddling his face, and even if she does have the advantage of being on top there's a small amount of helplessness in it too, of being bound to whatever sensation he chooses to deliver to her via the strokes of his tongue, the suction of his lips. Her hand slips out from between her thighs to brace against the mattress and then she leans forward, because she hasn't forgotten about the other desire she expressed to him once before, about taking his cock in her mouth deep enough to make herself gag, and she wants to follow through.
Of course, that's the same moment he presses his tongue into her and she freezes halfway in her crawl down his body, a sudden shudder coursing down her spine and triggering the grinding roll of her hips, seeking out that slick penetration. ] Fuck, right there.
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Any moan she releases from above, any sharp swear that bordering on pleasure, he wants to hear more, following suit with his playful tongue to fights to be inside of her, lapping at her soaked walls with fervor and hunger.
He hadn't seen himself falling into urges like this when he'd found himself in the city, hadn't considered the lust for positions like these after so long of wanting nothing, of not tending himself to pleasure when he'd adjusted the order of his priorities, but he's conscious of the weakness for it now, how merely having her there is enough to realign his wants to an altered order; tonight, eating her out until she's quivering rises to the top of that list. ]
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She'll let that sensitivity stack up on itself and build into something even stronger, and she can distract herself even more readily once she gets to indulge herself in putting her mouth on him in return, steadying her weight with a forearm braced on top of his thigh as she leans forward enough to coil the fingers of one hand around the base of his cock.
The fact that he's even permitted her to make this reciprocal is something she doesn't want to take advantage of, doesn't want to steal her pleasure while neglecting his, but he'll likely be able to decipher just how much sucking him off turns her on with his mouth where it is. Her lips part to take him in, gradual and easing, and she moans at the heat, the salt of his shaft on her tongue, rolling her shoulders forward in an attempt to see just how much she can handle before she has to ease off, before the size of him threatens her gag reflex. ]
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But when Wynonna sets her mind to something, there's little to keep her from it, and so when he feels that sudden wrap of her mouth, the rise in heat that surrounds his cock with a newfound desired pressure, he staggers for a brief moment, gasping against pink skin with an involuntary groan. It's not gradual introduction, no drifting tease; she takes in his length and sucks, and his hips tense at the relief of it, a satisfied twitch left against her tongue.
His own won't cease its offering, fucking her still with the persistent strength of that muscle, making do with the stretch it can offer to penetrate at her slick walls. ]
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And she dives in to it now with similar eagerness, arching her back as he pulses on her tongue, groans from his recline between her thighs, prompting a responsive moan from low in her throat.
They're spurring each other on now, his tongue responding in fervid kind while she focuses on the sheer task of discovering just deep she can swallow him down, her hands momentarily gathering her hair up and over her shoulder to get it out of the way before she can relax her jaw and rotate forward, refusing to stop until the tip of him nudges the back of her throat. ]
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Wynonna is never shy in the wake of sucking him off, each time she takes him in almost like a playful game where he can imagine the prideful look in her eyes if their position were adjusted. He's seen the slyness of it before when she's perched between his legs, peering up at him from her knees as she bobs her head. It's a view he misses, something oddly exhilarating in her watchful eye as she breaks him down, but it isn't as if he's disappointed as its substitute.
His thumb runs across the slickness of her folds, preliminary juices dragged with his skin to stroke over a sensitive nub, finger circling a rhythmic back-and-forth to her clit as his tongue dips back up to lick at the wet mess of her entrance. ]
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She moans around him, the sound leaving its own vibration that ripples down the length of him pushing deep into her mouth and further still, and she has to pull back just for a moment to breathe, to briefly swap her mouth for her hand, grip made slick as she works it over his cock in slow, even motions.
But she's also not against the idea of letting him in on how much she's enjoying herself, and a soft keening sound precedes the shift of her lower half, a rocking that brings her flush with his face. ] Baby, that feels so good. [ She's still whimpering while she returns her mouth to him, and now it's less about the finesse, the elegance of it and closer to finding those spots that will conjure his sounds, bring him edging to that release with the mess of her spit and more enthusiastic sucking. ]
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And he's getting closer, he knows it, his thighs tensing under the wake of her gliding fingers, her lips soon returning to slope over his sticky length with such encouraging motion. ] Fuck. [ He mutters, strained and biting from his throat, breath heavy on her skin as fingers slide across the curved arch of her back, hands smoothing over that bend she offers over his body just to have him in her mouth, to keep her thighs pressed to his cheeks.
He groans again, palms working over her rear and gripping, fingertips finding a steady hold on her ass as his tongue motions over her clit and laps with kindled fervor. ]
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Yeah, fuck, right there rightthere β [ She's going to leave a mess, she thinks, leave him shining with her, she can already tell he won't stop until she's left sticky and trembling.
That knowledge is what finally tilts her toward that razor-thin edge and beyond it, and she tips her cheek against his hip, pillowing it against the curve of bone while her hand takes over with a quick, hard stroke around his cock, one that stutters when she finally shatters with a wave that travels down the length of her spine. She's still riding through it when she exchanges hand for mouth again, moans slipping down the shaft along with the steady bobbing of her head, the filthy wet sounds of her sucking. ]
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But he draws his face back, if only because she hasn't given up on him yet, not when she's tensing above him and yet still finding the will to part her mouth on his cock with determination for keeping him slick with her spit.
He can hear the lewd echoes of her succulent lips, but the sensations of her rolling tongue and that press from all sides within her mouth is far stronger. Turning his head, he digs his face into her thigh, fingers tightening on her flesh and he moans over the course of a continuing build. ] Wynonna, fuck, Wynonna β [ The moans cut off with a strained noise in his throat, letting himself go, warm come streaming right against the roof of her mouth. ]
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It strikes her then that both of them have basically succumbed to what could technically be referred to as a booty call, though they'd taken their sweet time getting to this point, her own curious inquiry into his whereabouts turning into a conversation that had somehow culminated in her inviting him over her to begin with β but she won't mention it if he doesn't, instead more than content to linger in the comfortable aftermath they've created for themselves as she allows herself to recover.
But she won't do it from this position, slowly rising up with a shove against the mattress and a soft grunt of effort in order to drive herself up toward the headboard and stretch out next to him, elbow digging into the pillows while she props her head up in her hand. ] Can't say I've done that in more than a minute.
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There's something oddly sweet in this when it should be anything but, when it's merely a spontaneous craving for sex that had him travel long across the city just to supply it.
( It's not just sex, and they know it, it's there when they linger close to one another, it's there when she laughs, it's there when he smiles, but they won't say it, won't, can't β )
He opens his eyes again only when she's lifted herself to level with him, lids fluttering up with a tilt of his head to the side to find the soft glow of her eyes in the darkness. With her hovering so close, he's helpless in raising his hand, the back of his finger gliding gently, languidly, against her cheek as his gaze gets consumed by the sight of her. ] Oh, yeah? Well, from my angle, I'd say you did a pretty decent job on it, Earp. [ He chuckles with the tease, a lazy lick swept across his lip. ] Ten stars.
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