[ 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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Hot.
🎀 ish
Very hot.
🎀