"Always," she murmurs, word trailing off into a moan at his sassy pinch, her back arching as she squirmed against him, but she chuckles roughly, shaking her head. They really were a funny pair, but it's working and she's not about to complain or think about what could go wrong.
There's a rumble in her chest that's the laziest complaining when he removes his fingers and leaves her empty, but she's watching him and god that's hot. She finds herself licking her lips and dropping her gaze to his, wanting to taste him mixing with her. Rogue opens her mouth to make a sassy comment about how he should at least compliment how she tastes, but then he's thrusting back into her and her mouth fills with a groan instead of those words. "Oh!"
She had prepared herself for a slow, drawn out torment, but she's only half-right. Her head relaxes back against the bed and she closes her eyes for several moments to focus on the feel of him. It's not the same, it'll never feel the same as how his cock might fill her, but it's wonderful nonetheless. He's the cause of the pleasure she's drowning in, the reason her back arches and her fingers are twisted in the sheets beneath them. She tries to rock against him, coax his mouth to speed up, but she already knows that's the torment.
A gasp cuts through her moans as he coordinates his tongue (that's apparently talented at more than just talking) with the added finger, stretching her open further and causing that shudder as she tightens around him. "Just wait 'til ah get mah mouth 'round you," the younger woman rumbles. It's a threat and a promise.
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Date: 2021-04-12 03:03 am (UTC)There's a rumble in her chest that's the laziest complaining when he removes his fingers and leaves her empty, but she's watching him and god that's hot. She finds herself licking her lips and dropping her gaze to his, wanting to taste him mixing with her. Rogue opens her mouth to make a sassy comment about how he should at least compliment how she tastes, but then he's thrusting back into her and her mouth fills with a groan instead of those words. "Oh!"
She had prepared herself for a slow, drawn out torment, but she's only half-right. Her head relaxes back against the bed and she closes her eyes for several moments to focus on the feel of him. It's not the same, it'll never feel the same as how his cock might fill her, but it's wonderful nonetheless. He's the cause of the pleasure she's drowning in, the reason her back arches and her fingers are twisted in the sheets beneath them. She tries to rock against him, coax his mouth to speed up, but she already knows that's the torment.
A gasp cuts through her moans as he coordinates his tongue (that's apparently talented at more than just talking) with the added finger, stretching her open further and causing that shudder as she tightens around him. "Just wait 'til ah get mah mouth 'round you," the younger woman rumbles. It's a threat and a promise.