[ she takes her time drawing her tongue over the length of his finger before she wraps her mouth around it. perhaps if he weren't so responsive, it wouldn't be worth the effort. but she has learned to appreciate the nuance of ren's reactions, and that alone is worth savoring.
his next finger brushes against her cheek, leaving a sticky trail there, but she doesn't look bothered.
then she pulls back, saliva briefly bridging the gap between her lips and his fingertip. she pushes his hand back towards him. she's shown him what she wants, and now she expects he'll execute obediently.
her attention, meanwhile, turns to coaxing his other fist open. there's a bit of fire in his reply. were she less invested in scratching this particular itch, she might turn him away to teach him a lesson about biting back at her. instead, she has to take another route to the same destination. ]
I gave you permission to touch yourself. [ she drags her finger through the salt spilled into his palm. ] Not to finish. [ she leans in and her teeth scrape the heel of his palm. bad dog. ] I wasn't done yet.
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his next finger brushes against her cheek, leaving a sticky trail there, but she doesn't look bothered.
then she pulls back, saliva briefly bridging the gap between her lips and his fingertip. she pushes his hand back towards him. she's shown him what she wants, and now she expects he'll execute obediently.
her attention, meanwhile, turns to coaxing his other fist open. there's a bit of fire in his reply. were she less invested in scratching this particular itch, she might turn him away to teach him a lesson about biting back at her. instead, she has to take another route to the same destination. ]
I gave you permission to touch yourself. [ she drags her finger through the salt spilled into his palm. ] Not to finish. [ she leans in and her teeth scrape the heel of his palm. bad dog. ] I wasn't done yet.