A low quiet murmur encourages him, and when he finds that sweet spot again, she hisses a quiet 'yes'. Her hand catches his fingers, squeezing.
It's a test of all her resolve to find the words to guide him. "Now, just -- the tip of your finger, just inside." She twists under him as he does as she asks. "Good, fuck that's good. Oh god, press down, just a bit -- ahhtherethereyes -- and keep licking please keep yes."
She tenses around him, a hard tremor in perfect synch with the flickering touch of his tongue. He pushes again and she's breaking, the same sound he heard in the car, louder and longer. Her hips buck and shake in his grip and he can feel a rush of heat and wetness against his tongue.
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Date: 2010-03-16 02:31 am (UTC)It's a test of all her resolve to find the words to guide him. "Now, just -- the tip of your finger, just inside." She twists under him as he does as she asks. "Good, fuck that's good. Oh god, press down, just a bit -- ahhtherethereyes -- and keep licking please keep yes."
She tenses around him, a hard tremor in perfect synch with the flickering touch of his tongue. He pushes again and she's breaking, the same sound he heard in the car, louder and longer. Her hips buck and shake in his grip and he can feel a rush of heat and wetness against his tongue.