[From this position, he can't really see her face, and it's a shame. It's one of the few good things from that cursed fort that is burned in the back of his eyes, her soft expression as she abandons thought, parts her lips and delivers herself to the sensation of being with him.
But the scent of her under her skirt is intoxicating, and while he couldn't see her, he sensed the slight shake of her thighs as he runs his hands over them, tilts her hips into his mouth as he takes that first taste of her. The wetness he drinks eagerly still comes as a surprise to him, and he hums, tightens his grip on her, as if molding the flesh under his fingers.
That she seems so ready for him is enough to make him ponder if he should actually pull back up, unfasten his belt. But he hears the guttural moan above, muffled as it is by the fabric surrounding him but rumbling through her down to her hips. It's similar to the ones he heard in the forest, and he remembers, that he didn't have any inclination to learn about her then, only a mean to an end. And as tempting as the idea of having her tight around him seems, he decides to rub his stubble roughly against her inner thigh, enough to make that sensitive skin pink. Leans in again, kisses the crux of her slit softly, flicking and swirling his tongue against her clit once, twice, attentive, as he runs the tip of it down her labia with insistent strokes to find just what exactly made her tick.]
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But the scent of her under her skirt is intoxicating, and while he couldn't see her, he sensed the slight shake of her thighs as he runs his hands over them, tilts her hips into his mouth as he takes that first taste of her. The wetness he drinks eagerly still comes as a surprise to him, and he hums, tightens his grip on her, as if molding the flesh under his fingers.
That she seems so ready for him is enough to make him ponder if he should actually pull back up, unfasten his belt. But he hears the guttural moan above, muffled as it is by the fabric surrounding him but rumbling through her down to her hips. It's similar to the ones he heard in the forest, and he remembers, that he didn't have any inclination to learn about her then, only a mean to an end. And as tempting as the idea of having her tight around him seems, he decides to rub his stubble roughly against her inner thigh, enough to make that sensitive skin pink. Leans in again, kisses the crux of her slit softly, flicking and swirling his tongue against her clit once, twice, attentive, as he runs the tip of it down her labia with insistent strokes to find just what exactly made her tick.]