Her eyes slip closed and the dark lashes flutter over the bright gold within, the muscles of her stomach flexing and shifting as he touches her. One slips open to see what she's excusing when his lips wrap around the bud of a nipple, the sensation shutting both as her thighs squirm and her breath catches.
He offered a gentle hum, his eyes sliding close as he felt the nipple slide in his mouth. He sucked, slow and steady, before letting his tongue press and roll the sensitive part of her body in his mouth.
Times like this he wished his had both hands back, or more. Because he wanted to pleasure her more, touch her everywhere, make her squirm and sigh.
He made to press his thumb against her nipple, flicking it with his finger to see how she would react- if it gave her pleasure.
It's... something for them to talk about, perhaps, when they're ready to talk about such things. For right now, John doesn't want to talk about anything. Oscar's mouth is doing such wonderful things, after all.
Hopefully he's satisfied by the results of his experiment, how she lets out a little sound of want from what his hand is doing. Hers is going to bury itself in his hair, not directing him but needing to give him more visceral feedback.
They could talk about it, though...not now. Not when John was squirming so delightfully in his grip. And he loved feeling her hand in his hair, causing him to try to draw his hand away, so he could pull her closer, press his face against her skin and lavish her with more attention.
He offered a happy little groan, shifting his hips in want, and sucked harder. He just wanted to make her happy. Wanted to taste her, and hear her sweet words in her pleasure.
Once she feels his hand moving, she moves in turn, shifting herself closer, wrapping a leg around him to press their hips together as he makes her writhe. She'll rock into him to the rhythm his mouth sets, the suction driving her to grind against him for more sensation, but the only word that slips out between her lips is his name. Want, need, affection, all of them in the shape of his name.
He felt a little startled, delighted at the wrapping of her legs so she could grind. That was- well. A new move, but one after a few moments got a low, satisfied chuckle. He fell into a steady, soft suction.
What a beautiful voice John had, ringing through his body. It made his hand a little rougher, his thumb rubbing harder at her exposed nipple until he had to pull back with a gasp.
"John, sweetheart- I need- lay back, please." He begged, wanting to slide down her body and eat her out.
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"Oscar..."
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Times like this he wished his had both hands back, or more. Because he wanted to pleasure her more, touch her everywhere, make her squirm and sigh.
He made to press his thumb against her nipple, flicking it with his finger to see how she would react- if it gave her pleasure.
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Hopefully he's satisfied by the results of his experiment, how she lets out a little sound of want from what his hand is doing. Hers is going to bury itself in his hair, not directing him but needing to give him more visceral feedback.
"Oscar, your mouth..."
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He offered a happy little groan, shifting his hips in want, and sucked harder. He just wanted to make her happy. Wanted to taste her, and hear her sweet words in her pleasure.
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What a beautiful voice John had, ringing through his body. It made his hand a little rougher, his thumb rubbing harder at her exposed nipple until he had to pull back with a gasp.
"John, sweetheart- I need- lay back, please." He begged, wanting to slide down her body and eat her out.