That tearing moan told her everything she needed to know about his desire for her, and yet, watching him suck the taste of her from his fingers... it spoke even more. Of love, of intimate possession, of devotion...
"That's criminally hot," she murmured and dove headlong into another kiss, deep and slow, and thorough while she licked her own taste from his tongue and the inside of his mouth. She'd always liked that, her slick on a lover's mouth or cock or fingers, but this felt different, like a promise exchanged between them that no one else would ever taste her, or him, and if it was too soon for never and always and forever, she felt them anyway, knew them anyway, because of who they were and how they loved.
Although she knew the danger of wanting no one else, no one else ever, Regina did. She wanted it and chased more proof of it, more connection to seal the promise. So while they traded control of an electrifying kiss, she popped the button on his jeans, tugged down the zipper, and got her hand inside his jeans to wrap around him. Her thumb stroked up his length, sweeping over the silken to collect the bead of slick from the head--proof, if she'd ever needed it that he took pleasure from pleasuring her.
Now she wanted nothing so much as to feel him hard and thickening in her palm, his sac drawing up in readiness, his obscene stomach muscles tightening beneath her hand or maybe her lips... she wanted to see him the way no one else ever saw him, ever would see him, exposed, vulnerable and needy, but open and trusting her to be what he needed.
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Re: 9/21 - around 7:30
Date: 2018-10-29 03:16 am (UTC)"That's criminally hot," she murmured and dove headlong into another kiss, deep and slow, and thorough while she licked her own taste from his tongue and the inside of his mouth. She'd always liked that, her slick on a lover's mouth or cock or fingers, but this felt different, like a promise exchanged between them that no one else would ever taste her, or him, and if it was too soon for never and always and forever, she felt them anyway, knew them anyway, because of who they were and how they loved.
Although she knew the danger of wanting no one else, no one else ever, Regina did. She wanted it and chased more proof of it, more connection to seal the promise. So while they traded control of an electrifying kiss, she popped the button on his jeans, tugged down the zipper, and got her hand inside his jeans to wrap around him. Her thumb stroked up his length, sweeping over the silken to collect the bead of slick from the head--proof, if she'd ever needed it that he took pleasure from pleasuring her.
Now she wanted nothing so much as to feel him hard and thickening in her palm, his sac drawing up in readiness, his obscene stomach muscles tightening beneath her hand or maybe her lips... she wanted to see him the way no one else ever saw him, ever would see him, exposed, vulnerable and needy, but open and trusting her to be what he needed.