[ he knows her body as well as she does by this point. she'd even say that he likely knows it better—she has learned as much about herself as tseng has in the time they've been together, as new to intimacy as she was prior to her arrival in the resort. he has not been the only one to touch her, but he is one of the first, and it shows in the easy, familiar way he gives her what she wants without her needing to say it: pressing his tongue deeper each time, swirling it against her slick inner muscles and then retreating to give attention to her clit, the texture of his tongue lancing pleasure down her spine. she should be used to this, too—how many times has he tasted her now? what part of her has he not yet pressed his mouth to? but she shivers anyway, free hand gripping the sheets tightly as she takes the head of his cock into her mouth, tasting the precum that drips onto her tongue.
with the way they're positioned, she can't see his face nor his reactions, but she can feel them—the small shiver that runs through his frame, the sharp inhale that she hears, and the flex of his fingers against her hips. it fills her with a warmth and affection that she isn't prepared for, something that she can't analyze in this moment, too preoccupied with maintaining her focus on getting him off before she does. it feels almost easier for her to take him in her mouth at this angle, freeing her hands to palm over his thighs as the seal of her mouth slips further down his length, dipping the tip of her tongue into the slit at the head.
she doesn't think she'll last very long, she never does when it comes to him, but the newness of their position keeps her balanced precariously on the edge, listening for his voice beneath the wet sounds of their mouths. ]
[ it's easy to be less restrained with clorinde, to let go of the inclination to stifle his sounds and muffle the way his body reacts to her. the heat of her mouth on his cock is enough to earn a low noise of pleasure, followed by a shiver as she begins to work him over. his hands flex against her soft thighs before he uses his thumbs to spread her a little wider, giving his tongue easier access to fuck her in slick, sinuous rhythm.
just like clorinde is thinking of trying to get him off before she does, so too is tseng thinking about whether he'll be able to get clorinde off before he succumbs to his inevitable climax. it's going to be a close thing one way or another, because even just this much has him feeling dangerously aroused, some combination of the new position and the touch and feeling of her hands and mouth leaving him dizzy with desire. still, it spurs tseng on, his lips returning to clorinde's clit to suck at it with firmer suction this time.
after a moment, even though the angle isn't quite right, tseng shifts a hand as well so he can slide his middle finger inside her, curling it forward and down to rub against her gspot as his mouth alternates between her clit and her wet opening. it's a sacrifice, to replace the depth of his tongue with the pressure of a finger instead—but tseng finds he can still lick into her even so, and he's rewarded a few seconds later by the way clorinde clenches around his finger and comes with a moan, wetness dripping over his hand and chin as he licks her through her climax. ]
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with the way they're positioned, she can't see his face nor his reactions, but she can feel them—the small shiver that runs through his frame, the sharp inhale that she hears, and the flex of his fingers against her hips. it fills her with a warmth and affection that she isn't prepared for, something that she can't analyze in this moment, too preoccupied with maintaining her focus on getting him off before she does. it feels almost easier for her to take him in her mouth at this angle, freeing her hands to palm over his thighs as the seal of her mouth slips further down his length, dipping the tip of her tongue into the slit at the head.
she doesn't think she'll last very long, she never does when it comes to him, but the newness of their position keeps her balanced precariously on the edge, listening for his voice beneath the wet sounds of their mouths. ]
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just like clorinde is thinking of trying to get him off before she does, so too is tseng thinking about whether he'll be able to get clorinde off before he succumbs to his inevitable climax. it's going to be a close thing one way or another, because even just this much has him feeling dangerously aroused, some combination of the new position and the touch and feeling of her hands and mouth leaving him dizzy with desire. still, it spurs tseng on, his lips returning to clorinde's clit to suck at it with firmer suction this time.
after a moment, even though the angle isn't quite right, tseng shifts a hand as well so he can slide his middle finger inside her, curling it forward and down to rub against her gspot as his mouth alternates between her clit and her wet opening. it's a sacrifice, to replace the depth of his tongue with the pressure of a finger instead—but tseng finds he can still lick into her even so, and he's rewarded a few seconds later by the way clorinde clenches around his finger and comes with a moan, wetness dripping over his hand and chin as he licks her through her climax. ]