[ She could suffocate him entirely and he'd be grateful for it, in this state. What more could a (horny) man ask for, than to be led to his death by an insanely attractive woman?
But he's grateful all the same for the caution she takes in lowering herself, even as his hands shift to assist her, the palms of his hands pressed up against her thighs. ]
As if this isn't reward enough for me.
[ Half of it's the machinations of the temple speaking, his overly-hot body desirous of little more than the opportunity to touch every inch of her and to taste her right to her very core. But the other half is entirely genuine; he's always been a simple man, with wants that have always been simple and few in nature. Food and shelter, the ability to protect both himself and the ones he cherishes the most. And technically, isn't sex one of the simplest desires to exist?
That same desire is clouding his mind now, burning away every last trace of him not wholly devoted to pleasuring the woman currently perched atop him. No time to wonder what this 'reward' of hers might be as he tilts his head ever so lightly, lips parting as he drags his tongue against her clit and between her folds, moving in slow steady motions and applying only the gentlest pressure as he gets a feel for what she likes and dislikes. ]
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But he's grateful all the same for the caution she takes in lowering herself, even as his hands shift to assist her, the palms of his hands pressed up against her thighs. ]
As if this isn't reward enough for me.
[ Half of it's the machinations of the temple speaking, his overly-hot body desirous of little more than the opportunity to touch every inch of her and to taste her right to her very core. But the other half is entirely genuine; he's always been a simple man, with wants that have always been simple and few in nature. Food and shelter, the ability to protect both himself and the ones he cherishes the most. And technically, isn't sex one of the simplest desires to exist?
That same desire is clouding his mind now, burning away every last trace of him not wholly devoted to pleasuring the woman currently perched atop him. No time to wonder what this 'reward' of hers might be as he tilts his head ever so lightly, lips parting as he drags his tongue against her clit and between her folds, moving in slow steady motions and applying only the gentlest pressure as he gets a feel for what she likes and dislikes. ]