[He smiles, then, wide and pleased. His other hand slides up her thigh, across the small of her back, the curve of her hips as they twitch and she gasps. He doesn’t see her, but he feels the clench of her around his fingers, the heat of her shivers. It’s probably for the best that he’s not getting the first row to this scene; at this point, he’d be embarrassingly close to reaching the brink himself, with only the feel of her against his hands and mouth and the pressure of his trousers.
The hum he lets out is a mere soothing sound, an assurance that he’s not letting her go just yet, just letting her crest the wave she’s on, and riding it down, even as the motion of his fingers relents and the pace of his tongue becomes indulgent.]
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The hum he lets out is a mere soothing sound, an assurance that he’s not letting her go just yet, just letting her crest the wave she’s on, and riding it down, even as the motion of his fingers relents and the pace of his tongue becomes indulgent.]