[ 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 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. ]