[ When they meet, it feels almost a crush more than a kiss. Aemond inhales sharply through his nose as he pushes forward into her as much as she gives him. Yielding into pull of her hand guided at the back of his head.
In in itself alone feels like a long years wait of release. Of something buried long and deep wrenching out from between his ribs. The kiss alone pales to any other he's been granted, like nothing he'd experienced in the pillow houses he'd been dragged to in years prior. Her want is pure and unfiltered and he finds himself eager to drink it all up.
He feels the deftness of her hand pressing against his hardness and his moan is swallowed up by the reach of her tongue. He twists and pushes himself to seek her mouth with a new roughness, tipping his weight onto a leg to beg himself eagerly into her hand.
She leaves him clambering, uncertain precisely whether he wants her to be on top of him or he her. Only that there needs to be less space, in that he needs every bit of her to envelop him. With him practically already able to feel the deep thrum of her fluttering heartbeat. The hand at her thigh shifts and reaches for her outer leg, leaning himself forward to pull at her. His other hand pushes off the bed to gather her at the shoulder and roll her onto him. ]
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In in itself alone feels like a long years wait of release. Of something buried long and deep wrenching out from between his ribs. The kiss alone pales to any other he's been granted, like nothing he'd experienced in the pillow houses he'd been dragged to in years prior. Her want is pure and unfiltered and he finds himself eager to drink it all up.
He feels the deftness of her hand pressing against his hardness and his moan is swallowed up by the reach of her tongue. He twists and pushes himself to seek her mouth with a new roughness, tipping his weight onto a leg to beg himself eagerly into her hand.
She leaves him clambering, uncertain precisely whether he wants her to be on top of him or he her. Only that there needs to be less space, in that he needs every bit of her to envelop him. With him practically already able to feel the deep thrum of her fluttering heartbeat. The hand at her thigh shifts and reaches for her outer leg, leaning himself forward to pull at her. His other hand pushes off the bed to gather her at the shoulder and roll her onto him. ]