[He'd respond, but his mouth is busy and he's enjoying her reactions too much to stop. That, and the feel of her fingers against his head is kind of hypnotic somehow. All of it's nice and none of it's worth changing right away. He laps at her entrance, presses inside and strokes with his tongue at all that warmth and wet, then resumes tracing her folds and circling her clit.
And he, too, is finally starting to feel like he could use some attention. He's not desperate for it, he could easily get her off like this and love every moment of it and then let her decide what she wants to do with him after, but either way, there's heat low in his groin that will soon ache for much more contact.
As she presses against his mouth, seeking her pleasure, he briefly smiles against her skin and drags his nails down the back of her thigh so she can feel those bright little streaks of near-pain to couple with all the rest of it.]
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And he, too, is finally starting to feel like he could use some attention. He's not desperate for it, he could easily get her off like this and love every moment of it and then let her decide what she wants to do with him after, but either way, there's heat low in his groin that will soon ache for much more contact.
As she presses against his mouth, seeking her pleasure, he briefly smiles against her skin and drags his nails down the back of her thigh so she can feel those bright little streaks of near-pain to couple with all the rest of it.]