[ 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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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. ]