[She takes to it well enough despite the strain of the angle and the weight of his fingers across the flat of her tongue, arching up away from the frigid, immovable wall at her back and well into his grip. Teeth against his knuckles, dragging him in to the point of near choking. It's not so much about following his request to the letter (though her fingertips go still, curled under the very edge of his waistband) but it is about his ever-active imagination - about easing him into the idea of more than just his hand against her mouth.
That said, she's far from ashamed of the blatant shiver that hits when his tongue finds its mark. Yeah, he's got it.
It's just the slow, steady roll of her tongue under controlled breaths that proves she's got it just as much.]
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That said, she's far from ashamed of the blatant shiver that hits when his tongue finds its mark. Yeah, he's got it.
It's just the slow, steady roll of her tongue under controlled breaths that proves she's got it just as much.]