[ Hei chuckles at the imperious demand, the sound rumbling against her open wet flesh. But he doesn't obey right away. Holding her hips in his hands, he kisses her there at first, over and over, as he kisses her mouth, with sloppy measured slowness. He can feel her shuddering, and his hands slide down her thighs, urging her knees helplessly wider, the muscles taut and quivering. It's a surreal sort of decadence. Keeping her legs splayed wide, he licks and sucks, nibbling on one slick lip, then another. His tongue slips here and there, up and down, side to side, in and out. Both hands resting flat on her hipbones now, the thumbs pulling her open. Looming over him, she's deliciously exposed. And just delicious. ]
[ He's more patient than usual. Devouring, but not like the cliche of a starving man. More with the enjoyment of one who knows his table. But until she's done -- until he's tapped into that simmering geyser in her, let it burst once, maybe twice -- he's not planning to let her go. ]
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[ He's more patient than usual. Devouring, but not like the cliche of a starving man. More with the enjoyment of one who knows his table. But until she's done -- until he's tapped into that simmering geyser in her, let it burst once, maybe twice -- he's not planning to let her go. ]