[ Her hand slips away as soon as his tongue dives in, curling against her abdomen, fingernails scraping as she closes her fist. A surprised breath comes out of her a moment later as he really digs in. That vigor surprises her more than anything else. She bucks up, pliant under his grip, and she twines her legs around his shoulders to seat him at a better angle between her thighs.
That gesture opens her up to him wider as her head lolls back. The dexterity of his tongue surprises her, though she knows it shouldn't. He's practically a cat, by his own admission. She still hadn't imagined he would have the kind of intuition he does.
He earns the satisfied roll that her whole body does in response, a squirming that seems to migrate under her skin through all her limbs, up her torso. She pulls at his hair to get him closer, to guide him, whimpering as his tongue nudges at her clit just right before thrashing with too-great a sensitivity when he leans into it too much.
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That gesture opens her up to him wider as her head lolls back. The dexterity of his tongue surprises her, though she knows it shouldn't. He's practically a cat, by his own admission. She still hadn't imagined he would have the kind of intuition he does.
He earns the satisfied roll that her whole body does in response, a squirming that seems to migrate under her skin through all her limbs, up her torso. She pulls at his hair to get him closer, to guide him, whimpering as his tongue nudges at her clit just right before thrashing with too-great a sensitivity when he leans into it too much.
She's not hard to read. ]