[He leans to kiss her on the lips again, dragging his down her chin, her neck and chest. It takes a lot of willpower not to get stuck there, between her breasts, but he carries on down - eager, willing, licking at her navel and down the curve of her hip bones. He kisses there, leaving her the lightest hickey.]
[ It's a sweet kiss, one to indulge in, eyes closed and all, feeling his curls while they both stay close. He moves on, moves down, a little shiver down her arms when his lips meet her rib cage, another one when he claims his mark on her. She can't help grinning at that — can't wait to see what it looks like later. Legs parted, she massages one of her breasts, finger toying with the nipple, feeding into the anticipation with a warm pulse of arousal. A droplet leaks from her cock the closer he inches to it. ]
[He hums against her skin, lips grazing lower until his tongue darts out and he licks up the base of her cock - hands on her hips until one comes up to pump her, guiding her into the warmth past his lips so he can bob forward and start to suck more soundly.]
[ She's whimpering, fingers curling into the sheets, eyes shut for something lovely, warm, wet. Devon's mouth is so careful, his hand soft, guiding her into his mouth for the first bobs. Cellar places one hand on her stomach while the other squeezes her chest gently, slowly. ]
Yeah, [ A murmur, half-hard in the ring of his lips, ] That's - that's good.
[Devon moves a little bit faster, like he's a little more confident - her responses are always positive ones but it helps to hear that whimper, to feel those shifts of her hips. He sucks his cheeks hollow, taking her all into his mouth, and moves in a steady rhythm. Needy for more of her response.]
[ He gets a response — many, one right after the other, legs shifting, back arching, hissing and sighing, caressing the top of Devon's head. He's so good, knows exactly where to lick and how to suck, and the gradual climb to an orgasm is delightfully consistent. There's a few warnings before she comes — moans, whimpers, oh, and finally, ] I-I'm coming— [ Before she tenses and shudders all over, twitching in his mouth, spilling clear fluid as she rides the orgasm. She's panting, limbs heavy and relaxed, chest and stomach rising and falling with every breath. She looks down, brows knitted. ]
[Devon's pride is in not being a quitter or a spitter, so he sucks her through her orgasm, softly murmuring his next sigh as he pulls away finally to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand. He looks up at her, proud, always proud - look what he did, after all. He gave her something good.]
[ She leans up, resting on her elbows, breathing hard, legs relaxing. There's the wonderful aftermath after the orgasm, smiling down at Devon before she drops on her back again. Arms splayed, one hand brushing hair off her face, she lets out a sigh and closes her eyes. ]
[Predictably, he curls to her. Listens to her breathe, feels the rise and fall of her chest alongside his to be soothing. His eyes shut too, and there's this feeling of - connection. It makes him smile, warmly, before he nuzzles into her chest. (Predictably.)]
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[He leans to kiss her on the lips again, dragging his down her chin, her neck and chest. It takes a lot of willpower not to get stuck there, between her breasts, but he carries on down - eager, willing, licking at her navel and down the curve of her hip bones. He kisses there, leaving her the lightest hickey.]
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Yeah, [ A murmur, half-hard in the ring of his lips, ] That's - that's good.
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Hot.
🎀 ish
Very hot.
🎀