[ That's exactly what Will was doing. His imagination was almost supernaturally powered, he could recall things he shouldn't know, see things that weren't there, or feel emotions that were not his own. So when he touched her face, her neck, her shoulder, he was indeed mapping out her features, storing them in memory to compile with what he could see. He'd save it for later when he was alone and in need, the same hands that touched her would touch himself, and the memory, the image would be so vivid, it would be as if she were there with him herself. As for where she was sitting, sure, the bed was one of his goals. His face or cock was also a perfectly good answer too.
As Yennefer parted her perfect legs for him, Will's eyes remained on hers. For a man so dead set on not giving people eye contact, he couldn't get enough of hers. So yes, when her legs spread and she exposed more of her nude form from under the silky soft fabric, Will didn't even look at her body. He was enraptured by her eyes, by her lips, by the expression on her face. It wasn't that he didn't want to look at her body, he just wanted her to know how much he already desired her without having to look. ]
... Worship you. Yes. I do.
[ The way she leans back for him draws a sweet surrendered sigh from Will's lips. It's almost a relief sound. His eyes finally drank her in as he knelt there between her legs on the floor. His hand, slightly calloused from holding a gun and the work he does with boat engines, smooths back down her leg to her ankle before rubbing in little massaging motions as it travels back up. He raised her leg and rest it over his shoulder, face turned into it, the scruff of his stubble brushing her soft skin as his lips pepper kisses up her leg to the knee, to begin with. Will's other hand feel out and grips at her hip, gently tugging her down to make her lean back a little more, and also to help that robe fall all the more open. ]
[ He proves a fascinating man — where most others would no doubt let their gazes helplessly fall to the rest of her body, all those places of her now revealed by the loosened opening of her robe, Will's gaze remains on hers, strong and intent, so much so in fact that it's all Yennefer can do to resist the urge to look away first. She hasn't had anyone drink her in like this, unflinchingly, unapologetically, in some time, and she's not sure how to admit to the fact that she likes it very much indeed, but she can certainly show him. Whatever words she can't utter right now, her arousal will likely reveal all that he needs to know about whether she's enjoying this between them.
The sound that leaves him almost seems grateful, as if he'd possessed a shred of doubt about whether she was going to do exactly what he wanted — but the truth is that his desires are aligned with hers right now, and she can't think of anywhere she wants him to be more than kneeling between her legs. Not right at this moment, of course. Later on, she has every intention of putting his cock inside her too, filling her where she's currently so empty, where she's starting to clench around nothing at all in sheer anticipation of what's to come. ]
Will...
[ It's not a plea, or an attempt to distract him, but her own sigh, a pleased exhale, as his hand makes its way up the length of her leg, her skin smooth from the lotions she often rubs in after her baths. The sensation of his lips against her, the slight stubble there, leaves her helpless to think about how it'll feel by the time he reaches the apex of her thighs. She doesn't struggle, doesn't fight it, as his other hand grasps her hip to draw her closer to the edge of the bench and the robe slips back from her, baring her all the way up to her waist. With one knee hitched over his shoulder, she's nearly spread wide now, the only sound between them their slowly quickening breathing as his mouth roams higher still, closer and closer to where they both want it the most. ]
[ Will is more than happy to be a fascination to her, it's rare he ever gets to spend this sort of time with a woman he's this attracted to. Usually, he's used for a one-night stand, a 'mistake' for them to dwell on fondly and left to forever suffer the cold long nights alone. Yennefer is differnt. For one, she's not just any woman. She's a masterpiece. A work of art that should be admired, complimented, and cherished. Not only that but she's powerful and intense. Will can feel himself becoming rather addicted to her if he's not careful.
The sound of his name falling from her lips drives him wild. Under a spell she never had to cast, completely enthralled by her beauty, her scent, the feel of her skin under his. Will was lost in her, and happy never to be found again if that was the case.
His eyes continued to meet her as his face slipped further up her inner thigh now. Lips kissing, daring to bluntly and softly bite at her flesh, leaving a trail of glistening saliva in his wake as his tongue smoothed the groove where thigh met crotch. Pressing a palm to her other leg, the one that wasn't draped over his shoulder, while he gave a little push, spreading those silky legs open.
He was close, close enough that the heat coming from her sweet and sticky entrance could be felt on his cheek. Still, with his face practically all but hidden down there now, he continued to watch her eyes. Swallowing and parting his lips as he breathed out a breath against her folds before pressing a tender kiss against them, humming out a sound of pleasure as their lips met. ]
[ She's been forced to rethink all of her previously-held conceptions about intimacy here — there was a time, however briefly, when Yennefer believed she could assert a purely non-sexual contract between herself and any submissive she established an arrangement with. Perhaps she was only fooling herself in the long run, or perhaps, in spite of her insistence, someone like Will Graham has proven more than capable of coming into her life and causing her to rethink everything, especially when he seems more than content to establish himself between the growing spread of her thighs.
The trailing kisses of his mouth, the slide of his tongue, the teasing grazes of his teeth — they all only succeed in building her arousal further, heightening her need. He guides her in opening up more for him, and she can feel it, how wet she is now, when her cunt opens too, when those swollen folds part to expose the damp flesh beneath. His breath is there, soft and hot pants against her skin, and she has to resist the strong temptation to jut her hips upward, to reach and haul him in to put his mouth on her even faster.
She'll wait, however; she can be patient, because she has the strong impression that he'll make it worth her while, and he does with that first kiss directly against her, but she still wants more than that. It prompts her to lightly dig her heel into his back, trying to draw him closer, wanting more of his mouth on her, his tongue. He can be rougher on her too, if he wishes to; she'll hardly break from the effort. ]
I want to taste myself on those lips when we're through.
[ She'll kiss him, she thinks, once she beckons him up to her later, once she's able to fuck him; before that happens, she wouldn't be opposed to rendering his face soaking wet with her arousal. ]
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As Yennefer parted her perfect legs for him, Will's eyes remained on hers. For a man so dead set on not giving people eye contact, he couldn't get enough of hers. So yes, when her legs spread and she exposed more of her nude form from under the silky soft fabric, Will didn't even look at her body. He was enraptured by her eyes, by her lips, by the expression on her face. It wasn't that he didn't want to look at her body, he just wanted her to know how much he already desired her without having to look. ]
... Worship you. Yes. I do.
[ The way she leans back for him draws a sweet surrendered sigh from Will's lips. It's almost a relief sound. His eyes finally drank her in as he knelt there between her legs on the floor. His hand, slightly calloused from holding a gun and the work he does with boat engines, smooths back down her leg to her ankle before rubbing in little massaging motions as it travels back up. He raised her leg and rest it over his shoulder, face turned into it, the scruff of his stubble brushing her soft skin as his lips pepper kisses up her leg to the knee, to begin with. Will's other hand feel out and grips at her hip, gently tugging her down to make her lean back a little more, and also to help that robe fall all the more open. ]
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The sound that leaves him almost seems grateful, as if he'd possessed a shred of doubt about whether she was going to do exactly what he wanted — but the truth is that his desires are aligned with hers right now, and she can't think of anywhere she wants him to be more than kneeling between her legs. Not right at this moment, of course. Later on, she has every intention of putting his cock inside her too, filling her where she's currently so empty, where she's starting to clench around nothing at all in sheer anticipation of what's to come. ]
Will...
[ It's not a plea, or an attempt to distract him, but her own sigh, a pleased exhale, as his hand makes its way up the length of her leg, her skin smooth from the lotions she often rubs in after her baths. The sensation of his lips against her, the slight stubble there, leaves her helpless to think about how it'll feel by the time he reaches the apex of her thighs. She doesn't struggle, doesn't fight it, as his other hand grasps her hip to draw her closer to the edge of the bench and the robe slips back from her, baring her all the way up to her waist. With one knee hitched over his shoulder, she's nearly spread wide now, the only sound between them their slowly quickening breathing as his mouth roams higher still, closer and closer to where they both want it the most. ]
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The sound of his name falling from her lips drives him wild. Under a spell she never had to cast, completely enthralled by her beauty, her scent, the feel of her skin under his. Will was lost in her, and happy never to be found again if that was the case.
His eyes continued to meet her as his face slipped further up her inner thigh now. Lips kissing, daring to bluntly and softly bite at her flesh, leaving a trail of glistening saliva in his wake as his tongue smoothed the groove where thigh met crotch. Pressing a palm to her other leg, the one that wasn't draped over his shoulder, while he gave a little push, spreading those silky legs open.
He was close, close enough that the heat coming from her sweet and sticky entrance could be felt on his cheek. Still, with his face practically all but hidden down there now, he continued to watch her eyes. Swallowing and parting his lips as he breathed out a breath against her folds before pressing a tender kiss against them, humming out a sound of pleasure as their lips met. ]
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The trailing kisses of his mouth, the slide of his tongue, the teasing grazes of his teeth — they all only succeed in building her arousal further, heightening her need. He guides her in opening up more for him, and she can feel it, how wet she is now, when her cunt opens too, when those swollen folds part to expose the damp flesh beneath. His breath is there, soft and hot pants against her skin, and she has to resist the strong temptation to jut her hips upward, to reach and haul him in to put his mouth on her even faster.
She'll wait, however; she can be patient, because she has the strong impression that he'll make it worth her while, and he does with that first kiss directly against her, but she still wants more than that. It prompts her to lightly dig her heel into his back, trying to draw him closer, wanting more of his mouth on her, his tongue. He can be rougher on her too, if he wishes to; she'll hardly break from the effort. ]
I want to taste myself on those lips when we're through.
[ She'll kiss him, she thinks, once she beckons him up to her later, once she's able to fuck him; before that happens, she wouldn't be opposed to rendering his face soaking wet with her arousal. ]