[It speaks to his restraint and possibly as well as hers. For the deep instinct that Aemond feels tugging at his fingertips would be less gentle. The throes of eager passions long built up in this day would prefer to splay her across her sheets. Set the bed on fire. And take her down into the ashes until they are both spent and spoiled. She might not stop him from sating such a desire, but something about this is just as satisfying. Some things are meant to burn fast and others are meant to be savored. A dance of sorts. Familiar in his way of abiding her like the good son he is, but testing the limits to how far he can stretch that line before it is crossed.
Aemondβs eye follows the climbing of her skirts. She gentle slip of her collar and the brush of a dusky nipple underneath before she sits upright. At her word, he shifts forward in his seat. His hand immediately reaches out to soothe his palm over one of her knees and leans in to press a kiss into the inner side of it. Head tilted slightly to keep his eye on her with the gentlest of touches. ]
Will my mouth be so wicked if I can help you to praise the heavens? [ Aemond asks, warm breath brushing along her thigh. He shifts upright his seat and takes his other hand up to slide atop her opposite knee. Plying another kiss up her thigh. Gods is her skin soft here. Buttery smooth against his tongue as the silk pooling over the tops of her thighs tickles his nose. His hands follow and push the fabric back to expose her underneath. From there he can smell her. He can see the faint glisten betray her to him of how wet she already is.
Aemond wets his lips as he looks up at her for a short moment before his head dips down, chin ripping forward as he leans in and runs his tongue up the length of her. Tasting her full and deep.]
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Aemondβs eye follows the climbing of her skirts. She gentle slip of her collar and the brush of a dusky nipple underneath before she sits upright. At her word, he shifts forward in his seat. His hand immediately reaches out to soothe his palm over one of her knees and leans in to press a kiss into the inner side of it. Head tilted slightly to keep his eye on her with the gentlest of touches. ]
Will my mouth be so wicked if I can help you to praise the heavens? [ Aemond asks, warm breath brushing along her thigh. He shifts upright his seat and takes his other hand up to slide atop her opposite knee. Plying another kiss up her thigh. Gods is her skin soft here. Buttery smooth against his tongue as the silk pooling over the tops of her thighs tickles his nose. His hands follow and push the fabric back to expose her underneath. From there he can smell her. He can see the faint glisten betray her to him of how wet she already is.
Aemond wets his lips as he looks up at her for a short moment before his head dips down, chin ripping forward as he leans in and runs his tongue up the length of her. Tasting her full and deep.]