[Licking his lips as if he's eagerly catching the remnants of a melting ice cream on them, Dante only gives her some room to press soft kisses on the inside of her thigh to accommodate both of them a little better, have his arms switch position from around her legs to between them (with a little flutter of her skirts included).
There, he's able to maneuver his hands differently. Probably something that she won't appreciate for a second or two, as it interrupted their rhythm; but as her voice escalates and jumps octaves, he feels he really has to do it. He wants more than that, he wants her to yell out his name. He sucks loud and wet on two fingers, sliding their tips along to her entrance as a warning shot before he slides them in, feeling and curling against the tight warmth, thumb back to its previous position, rolling over her clit slowly and building up pressure.
Really, the groan that escapes him at all of this - how easy it is to slide his long fingers, how she tastes and sounds - is only muffled because he's still running the tip and the flat of his tongue around his touch, letting the roll of her hips dictate where and how he should be reaching, close his eyes, and become this consistent - and insistent - motion of thrusting, curling and rubbing until she falls apart.]
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There, he's able to maneuver his hands differently. Probably something that she won't appreciate for a second or two, as it interrupted their rhythm; but as her voice escalates and jumps octaves, he feels he really has to do it. He wants more than that, he wants her to yell out his name. He sucks loud and wet on two fingers, sliding their tips along to her entrance as a warning shot before he slides them in, feeling and curling against the tight warmth, thumb back to its previous position, rolling over her clit slowly and building up pressure.
Really, the groan that escapes him at all of this - how easy it is to slide his long fingers, how she tastes and sounds - is only muffled because he's still running the tip and the flat of his tongue around his touch, letting the roll of her hips dictate where and how he should be reaching, close his eyes, and become this consistent - and insistent - motion of thrusting, curling and rubbing until she falls apart.]