[This is her favorite thing. Maybe it's not fair to declare it so, given that he does a great number of things and knows a lot of tricks that she likes, but this - him between her legs, focused entirely on her - is her favorite part.
She gasps at the brush of his thumb, her arousal making it a little on the side of slippery for his fingers, and arches slightly off the bed. Her gaze finds his again, reconnects, and holds it while she licks her lips. As if she's hoping he will too.
Just in case, though, she instructs him in a low voice,] Put your mouth to work.
[ a part of him thinks to disregard her request and continue to use his fingers, liking the way she arches and feels against his hand. a part of him also thinks to misinterpret her request on purpose, 'putting his mouth to work' in a way that involves simply kissing her skin to tease her instead of having her completely fall apart. ]
[ he thinks to give himself the best of both worlds, though — to tease her and to rile her up to only have her come apart. withdrawing his hand on purpose, bellamy kisses her thigh, lingering there on purpose as he scrapes his teeth against her flesh. ]
[ he moves to drag his tongue against the seam of her cunt as hard and slow as he can, his fingers curling around her legs where he grips them. ]
[She can't ever resent his teasing, because given the chance she'd turn the tables on him and do exactly the same. It flashes through her mind once, quickly, the option of turning them over and kneeling somewhere above his head. (Impossible feats, if she hadn't gotten 'better', magically.)
She chases that thought, puts it on the backburner, and then breathes out when he licks her finally. Her hands grip the bed sheets, and she shifts closer to him, eager and needy, no more thoughts and plans on her mind.]
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She gasps at the brush of his thumb, her arousal making it a little on the side of slippery for his fingers, and arches slightly off the bed. Her gaze finds his again, reconnects, and holds it while she licks her lips. As if she's hoping he will too.
Just in case, though, she instructs him in a low voice,] Put your mouth to work.
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[ he thinks to give himself the best of both worlds, though — to tease her and to rile her up to only have her come apart. withdrawing his hand on purpose, bellamy kisses her thigh, lingering there on purpose as he scrapes his teeth against her flesh. ]
[ he moves to drag his tongue against the seam of her cunt as hard and slow as he can, his fingers curling around her legs where he grips them. ]
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She chases that thought, puts it on the backburner, and then breathes out when he licks her finally. Her hands grip the bed sheets, and she shifts closer to him, eager and needy, no more thoughts and plans on her mind.]
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