[ She does indeed notice the way his arms tense as if to move toward her, along with realizing for the first time that his hair is down around his shoulders, a fact which escaped her in her earlier distress, and he's right in predicting that both things sit well with her; there's a hint of a smile that finds her lips in fact when the former occurs, even if she says nothing and tries instead to school her face back into that stoic expression. ]
You're not allowed to move. [ She says it in a soft voice, something gentler than before even as she tries to keep her tone stern to match her face; as she speaks, she reaches out, not for his face or even for him but for his pants, undoing them before working deftly to pull them down over his hips, catching his underwear in the same grip to take that too—
And her eyes widen as he springs free of the confines, not just hard but what looks to be achingly so, hard in the sort of way that makes her mouth dry and a pulse of heat throb between her legs, brings a soft gasp of pleasure to her lips as she fights once more against the urge to simply lower herself onto him.
Instead, she moves herself closer to him at a different angle, shifting so that she can hunch over him, her breath ghosting over the leaking tip of his arousal, eyes flicking up to his face to take in his expression as she speaks one last time before otherwise occupying her mouth: ]
I mean it. One movement, I stop this.
[ And then she lowers her mouth over him, taking him deep in one movement, eyes shutting against the reflex in her throat as she takes a moment to adjust, tongue fluttering, mouth swallowing in the effort. ]
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You're not allowed to move. [ She says it in a soft voice, something gentler than before even as she tries to keep her tone stern to match her face; as she speaks, she reaches out, not for his face or even for him but for his pants, undoing them before working deftly to pull them down over his hips, catching his underwear in the same grip to take that too—
And her eyes widen as he springs free of the confines, not just hard but what looks to be achingly so, hard in the sort of way that makes her mouth dry and a pulse of heat throb between her legs, brings a soft gasp of pleasure to her lips as she fights once more against the urge to simply lower herself onto him.
Instead, she moves herself closer to him at a different angle, shifting so that she can hunch over him, her breath ghosting over the leaking tip of his arousal, eyes flicking up to his face to take in his expression as she speaks one last time before otherwise occupying her mouth: ]
I mean it. One movement, I stop this.
[ And then she lowers her mouth over him, taking him deep in one movement, eyes shutting against the reflex in her throat as she takes a moment to adjust, tongue fluttering, mouth swallowing in the effort. ]