[ he growls. there's no concealing it. the animalistic edge isn't entirely absent from the sound but at least it isn't full blown. it's hot—watching her hitch her dress up. he helps her shove it up to her hips (or as high as the fabric will give) and drops to his knees in front of her at her command. do it, she says and it sets him ablaze. he likes following orders, true, but he likes fulfilling them even more.
Dyson presses his lips to the tops of her thighs, slides his lips to the innermost part of her thighs and repeats the same process on the other leg. he knows full well that they're past teasing which is why he hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties and starts to pull them off. she can grab his shoulders or wind a hand in his hair and yank him closer. he obviously has no qualms with that since he's looking up at her heatedly. testing her control and daring her. he wants to taste her as much as she wants him to touch her.
he doesn't stand a chance holding out. before she's finished stepping out of them, he presses two fingers against her—wants to feel how wet she is or how excited he can make her. his jeans already feel too constricting but he'd deal with his zipper digging into his dick all night if it means getting her off with his tongue. whether she grabs him or not, he dips his head down to rub his tongue around her clit and keeps his fingers pressed against her firmly because he wants her thinking about him inside of her. ]
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Dyson presses his lips to the tops of her thighs, slides his lips to the innermost part of her thighs and repeats the same process on the other leg. he knows full well that they're past teasing which is why he hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties and starts to pull them off. she can grab his shoulders or wind a hand in his hair and yank him closer. he obviously has no qualms with that since he's looking up at her heatedly. testing her control and daring her. he wants to taste her as much as she wants him to touch her.
he doesn't stand a chance holding out. before she's finished stepping out of them, he presses two fingers against her—wants to feel how wet she is or how excited he can make her. his jeans already feel too constricting but he'd deal with his zipper digging into his dick all night if it means getting her off with his tongue. whether she grabs him or not, he dips his head down to rub his tongue around her clit and keeps his fingers pressed against her firmly because he wants her thinking about him inside of her. ]