[ For all that she has sacrificed for this family, this small thing is something he can do. To allow her to be seen, heard, and felt after so many years of watching her fight on her own. His father wasting away in bed who can barely remember her name, barely even remember his name. Mayhaps it was only a political arrangement. A duty shared. But she deserved more. She deserved to enjoy herself.
She breaks from above him. Her cries uninhibited. His hands lift in slight just to follow the motion of her hips. His lashing tongue slowing along the peaks of waves of pleasure. Much in the way his fingers had done to her before. Mouth vibrating as he makes a sound of content. Releasing her from underneath his hands as she comes down. His chin dips again to gently run the length of her. Gathering the excess wetness on his tongue before it can stain the silken bottom of her nightgown, a futile effort and an indulgent one. ]
You sound better when you do not try to stifle it. [ He notes, swiping his chin with the back of his hand as he slips out from under her. Fingertips grazing the tops of her thighs that allow the folds of thin silk drape back modestly over her. To be able to properly look up at her now. Drunken and wasted with lustful bliss. She is breathtaking.]
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She breaks from above him. Her cries uninhibited. His hands lift in slight just to follow the motion of her hips. His lashing tongue slowing along the peaks of waves of pleasure. Much in the way his fingers had done to her before. Mouth vibrating as he makes a sound of content. Releasing her from underneath his hands as she comes down. His chin dips again to gently run the length of her. Gathering the excess wetness on his tongue before it can stain the silken bottom of her nightgown, a futile effort and an indulgent one. ]
You sound better when you do not try to stifle it. [ He notes, swiping his chin with the back of his hand as he slips out from under her. Fingertips grazing the tops of her thighs that allow the folds of thin silk drape back modestly over her. To be able to properly look up at her now. Drunken and wasted with lustful bliss. She is breathtaking.]