[ With him remaining sight unseen, she can only venture a guess as to what he might be up to until he actually starts doing it, the light rustling of her skirts following another movement as he shifts his arms to rest within the cradle of her thighs instead — and the ease with which he maneuvers her provokes a small grin, a low chuckle of surprise before she resumes a steadier position atop his shoulders.
But then she understands, the sounds of suction preceding the slow breach of long, thick fingers deep inside her; her head tips back and she nearly comes apart right then and there, inner walls squeezing instinctively around those strong digits, that blatant penetration. He gives her the lash of his tongue again when the thrusting starts and she cries out, helpless in the face of that pleasurable onslaught, powerless to do anything but writhe over him.
His name leaves her in the breath she tries to claim for herself, but she's already going taut, rigid, trembling like a newly plucked bowstring; she doesn't have time to give warning before all her remaining composure shatters and she gives herself over to her release, tight heat spasming around his fingers and the relentless rhythm of his tongue. ]
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But then she understands, the sounds of suction preceding the slow breach of long, thick fingers deep inside her; her head tips back and she nearly comes apart right then and there, inner walls squeezing instinctively around those strong digits, that blatant penetration. He gives her the lash of his tongue again when the thrusting starts and she cries out, helpless in the face of that pleasurable onslaught, powerless to do anything but writhe over him.
His name leaves her in the breath she tries to claim for herself, but she's already going taut, rigid, trembling like a newly plucked bowstring; she doesn't have time to give warning before all her remaining composure shatters and she gives herself over to her release, tight heat spasming around his fingers and the relentless rhythm of his tongue. ]