[ If she knew he was worrying about Adelinde hearingโ although of course she can somewhat guess that that much is trueโ Eula might redouble her efforts in an attempt to make him louder, just so he does indeed get punished. Might, because in reality she wouldn't, not when she knows she really shouldn't be doing this herself. After all, despite her demand for him not to move, there's still a chance he fails to hold himself back, and then she will singlehandedly be responsible for making the issue worse. He should be resting, not gripping the sheets in a hungry desperation while his heat spikes, his arousal throbbing hungrily against the back of her throat.
Should be, and yet despite all of that, Eula can't help herself. He came so frighteningly close to being gone, gone without her saying the things she knows she needs to say (even if she can't find a way to bring them to her lips), so frighteningly close that now with the anger gone it's the least she can do to show himโ
โand maybe in a small part hearing him choke back his moans of pleasure is a reminder in and of itself that he's okay, that he made it through and he's here with her.
She moans once more around him as she finds a smooth rhythm that takes him to the back of her throat each time, and with him trying for quiet, the obscene noises of the act echo in the room along with her sharp breaths through her nose, her occasional whimper as she rubs her hand and fingers against herself. And it's not enough, can't be enough when the fabric of her bodysuit protects her from the most intimate of touchesโ but her focus right now is on him, on the way she can feel his muscles tensing as her tongue drags along his length with each pull up, the way his arousal throbs on each plunge back down. ]
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Should be, and yet despite all of that, Eula can't help herself. He came so frighteningly close to being gone, gone without her saying the things she knows she needs to say (even if she can't find a way to bring them to her lips), so frighteningly close that now with the anger gone it's the least she can do to show himโ
โand maybe in a small part hearing him choke back his moans of pleasure is a reminder in and of itself that he's okay, that he made it through and he's here with her.
She moans once more around him as she finds a smooth rhythm that takes him to the back of her throat each time, and with him trying for quiet, the obscene noises of the act echo in the room along with her sharp breaths through her nose, her occasional whimper as she rubs her hand and fingers against herself. And it's not enough, can't be enough when the fabric of her bodysuit protects her from the most intimate of touchesโ but her focus right now is on him, on the way she can feel his muscles tensing as her tongue drags along his length with each pull up, the way his arousal throbs on each plunge back down. ]