[ Through a burst of command at the pulling of his fingers recoils as she settles on top of him. Her laugh brings a light curl to his lips that tells him what he did was okay, it was not unwelcome. His hands retreat from her as she settles, slipping both of them alongside her thighs before they are swallowed by the weight of her dress over them. Hot skin under his palms with the coolness of the fabric rested over top of them.
The weight of his head follows hers, the rhythms of their breaths crashing and overlapping. As her hand travels lower, his own hands turn over the tops of her thighs. His thumbs traveling back up along her inner thigh. A breath sucks in as she grips his hair. Unwittingly, he pulls himself towards it, sloped chin rising even higher. ]
I want you, mother. [ He corrects. May the seven help him, does it make him harder to call her that with her like this. Looking down at him all manner where she should be anything but. His grip along her thighs tighten, as if he may pull her down deeper into the seat of his lap. ] I will take any part of you that you'll give me.
[ He pulls forward in slight, almost as if he is trying to chase her mouth, only to find that he cannot. Breath rattling in some quiet amusement at that. One hand parts from its mirroring grip to delve between her legs. Where her hand teases to touch, he does not. Finding her slick and warm under the drag of two fingertips. ] Your touch, your taste, your pleasure. [ He adds one with every gentle coaxing. Blue eye eagerly trying to drink up what she might give him in return for it.] I want to hear you speak my name like a prayer.
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The weight of his head follows hers, the rhythms of their breaths crashing and overlapping. As her hand travels lower, his own hands turn over the tops of her thighs. His thumbs traveling back up along her inner thigh. A breath sucks in as she grips his hair. Unwittingly, he pulls himself towards it, sloped chin rising even higher. ]
I want you, mother. [ He corrects. May the seven help him, does it make him harder to call her that with her like this. Looking down at him all manner where she should be anything but. His grip along her thighs tighten, as if he may pull her down deeper into the seat of his lap. ] I will take any part of you that you'll give me.
[ He pulls forward in slight, almost as if he is trying to chase her mouth, only to find that he cannot. Breath rattling in some quiet amusement at that. One hand parts from its mirroring grip to delve between her legs. Where her hand teases to touch, he does not. Finding her slick and warm under the drag of two fingertips. ] Your touch, your taste, your pleasure. [ He adds one with every gentle coaxing. Blue eye eagerly trying to drink up what she might give him in return for it.] I want to hear you speak my name like a prayer.