[ somehow, once had really been all it took, considering he'd done a fair job at avoiding the risk of a mess prior to it, sticking to his own priorities, avoiding the frequent company, and not looking to deal with anyone's shit but his own. so he would easily put a lot of this blame on her, on her insistence for conversation, for being so damn keen towards neighborly engagement, so much so that the more he was around her, the more he could feel her presence on the other side of that wall.
but it's his fault too for giving in that night, for returning a kiss that led to the removal of layers, until there was nothing left between their bodies, nothing to stop her from spreading her legs for him as he filled her up, thick and hard until the grind came so slick, not only from how wet she was but how she'd managed to already make him come, enticing him enough to get going for a second round.
and right now, he's coaxed all over again, even if this time, she hardly needs to do anything at all, the power already in place when he feels the urge of palm at her breast, listening for her response as he massages with firm fingers, her breaths harsh and encouraging between the heat of their kiss.
but as she shuffles back, his body following her in kind, he can feel when she meets that edge, a stopping point that provides a decent support for what he's aching for next.
because while he's caught up in the succulent slide of their mouths, tongue curling hungrily and generating a heat that counters the chill of wet clothes, her snagging of her skirts has him drawing away so he can bend down onto his knees, strong hands grasping the bundle of layers up to her hips. panting, he leans in to her exposed legs, taking charge for what he's desired in those late nights in his own room, pressing the flat of his tongue to the center of her still-clothed cunt. ]
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but it's his fault too for giving in that night, for returning a kiss that led to the removal of layers, until there was nothing left between their bodies, nothing to stop her from spreading her legs for him as he filled her up, thick and hard until the grind came so slick, not only from how wet she was but how she'd managed to already make him come, enticing him enough to get going for a second round.
and right now, he's coaxed all over again, even if this time, she hardly needs to do anything at all, the power already in place when he feels the urge of palm at her breast, listening for her response as he massages with firm fingers, her breaths harsh and encouraging between the heat of their kiss.
but as she shuffles back, his body following her in kind, he can feel when she meets that edge, a stopping point that provides a decent support for what he's aching for next.
because while he's caught up in the succulent slide of their mouths, tongue curling hungrily and generating a heat that counters the chill of wet clothes, her snagging of her skirts has him drawing away so he can bend down onto his knees, strong hands grasping the bundle of layers up to her hips. panting, he leans in to her exposed legs, taking charge for what he's desired in those late nights in his own room, pressing the flat of his tongue to the center of her still-clothed cunt. ]