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 Caroline Forbes (23) former miss mystic falls. likes her bourbon neat. determined, loyal, and will plan the best date you've ever had. |
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Caroline Forbes (23) former miss mystic falls. likes her bourbon neat. determined, loyal, and will plan the best date you've ever had. |
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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. ]
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so even if he didn't move on from the teasing presses of his lips to her legs, she would have done all she could to make him move along. as it is, he's doing that on his own, tugging her thong down and then, without hesitation, slipping his fingers between her thighs to find slick, heated skin.
her heart races, pounds sending blood and heat racing to the surface of her skin, making her flush.
scooting forward, just a little, she moves to widen her thighs a bit more when he dips his head between them. her grip tightens on his hair--] Yeah, just like that. [ the moment his tongue met her clit, the effect is electric, making her gasp as every muscle in her body tense, her back arch, already reaching for release. her breath hitches when his fingers slide and press against her, her entire body taut with tension, with the need for release.]
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the scent of her arousal has him inhaling deeply, his own heart thumping frantically in his chest from the thrill of this—them. and god, she tastes divine. Dyson doesn't want this to end, doesn't want to go back to reality and what's waiting for them when this is over. he won't mind if she reaches her peak right there, or in ten minutes, but he hopes she doesn't mind coming more than once because he wants her trembling; wants to watch at least once when it happens. not now, not when he's zeroed in on pressing the flat of his tongue against her and licking a path as close to his own fingers as he can get and back up to where he started. he's about three seconds away from putting her knee over his shoulder but he hasn't made it that far yet. ]
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she whimpers softly in protest, her head falling back with a few panting breaths, one of which morphs into a laugh.] You tease-- [ she mumbles even as her body's starting to react, one of her hands moving from his hair to press against the wall behind him for balance as she starts to curl over him, trying to urge him closer, deeper, to give her more.
it's hot. his facial hair tickles her in the best away and his tongue is hot enough to make her tremble but it's not enough, not even as she tries to rock into his mouth and touch, now that she's balanced herself better.]
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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. ]
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however that ends a moment later when he pulls her closer, throwing her off footing and forcing her grip at him a little harder, gasping out. and before she complain or even make a teasing comment, his fingers press inside of her, moving at the pace she'd been seeking out. ]
Yeah-- Dyson... [ she murmurs out, sounding both pleased and breathless, her lips curving in a self-satisfied smirk, her head falling forward, being free with every sound she makes, happy to let him ear just how good it feels, especially once his mouth joins in on the action. he gets the best reaction when he uses the quick stroke of his tongue in conjunction with his fingers.
the perks of being a vampire is having heightened senses and well, she'd been responsive before, now that she's a vampire, it's a hundred times more true. with one hand steadying on his head, the other curls against the wall before she starts to slap it a little.] God, yeah, right there. How-- [ she lets out a laugh.] How am I already so close?