[ he wants to laugh with her to join in on the joke, except that means pulling back or pausing his ministrations and neither one of them is prepared for that. if Caroline wants him to speed things along and give her more, then all she has to do is ask. as much as he as every instinct to grab her by the waist and hoist her up around his hips as he stands, he wants the experience they’re sharing to be good ( whether it’s the first or the last time. ) being half-mad with passion is the fun of it, after all.
when she finds her footing and steadies herself with her palm on the wall behind him, he can’t resist running his hand down her thigh and hooking her knee over his shoulder to attempt to throw out her equilibrium. Dyson wants to keep her guessing and he doesn’t want her to catch her breath, though, she’s welcome to try. he takes a moment to kiss her inner thigh and to take advantage of how much more of her body is exposed to him before he joins a second finger with the first and slides them into her, curls them only slightly inside of her and matches the pace she’s setting with her hips.
Dyson exhales hotly upon her skin, almost overcome by the sight of her alone and returns his mouth to her. this time a little more frenzied — faster to match her gasps, harder to pair with the way she’s rubbing herself on his face. he alternates between flicking his tongue against her clit and pressing the flat of it down and licking small and large circles around it, trying to figure out what she responds to the most. ]
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when she finds her footing and steadies herself with her palm on the wall behind him, he can’t resist running his hand down her thigh and hooking her knee over his shoulder to attempt to throw out her equilibrium. Dyson wants to keep her guessing and he doesn’t want her to catch her breath, though, she’s welcome to try. he takes a moment to kiss her inner thigh and to take advantage of how much more of her body is exposed to him before he joins a second finger with the first and slides them into her, curls them only slightly inside of her and matches the pace she’s setting with her hips.
Dyson exhales hotly upon her skin, almost overcome by the sight of her alone and returns his mouth to her. this time a little more frenzied — faster to match her gasps, harder to pair with the way she’s rubbing herself on his face. he alternates between flicking his tongue against her clit and pressing the flat of it down and licking small and large circles around it, trying to figure out what she responds to the most. ]