Not as good as I imagine your mouth feels. [ make no mistake because he is thinking about her lips wrapped around him, the slickness of her tongue. she doesn’t belong down on her knees for him — she doesn’t belong near someone like him, never has — but he can’t help himself, can’t stop roping her into his orbit. can’t release the tether that somewhere out there, at some time, they have this. ( the grit and the blood, and the bodies. they have that too. ) ] But I know what I like. I can draw this out for as long as I want with the slide of my fingers and the right press of my thumb.
[ does he? does he want to keep this going? like felicity, he can feel the impending orgasm. in the sense that if he keeps going, eventually he's going to hit that peak. he can take a shortcut and get there quickly or he can keep texting her. it's wrong in all the right ways. this is on the line of what they can and can't get away with. he can feel himself veering into the wrong lane at incoming traffic but if he hit something, made it real, he'd pull over in a heartbeat. she's right to avoid inviting him over. as much as he wants felicity, it isn't strong enough to compete with what he won't let himself have.
not yet. ]
I'd rather be using them on you. [ but that's breaking the fantasy here, isn't it? ] Learning you by the sounds you make. I can picture it, you know. You and I, in your bedroom. Your legs parted, me between them. You trembling on my fingers, riding my hand.
[ his confidence stems from lust, from knowing for some crazy reason that felicity is one-hundred percent into him. if his palm isn't cutting it, he can guess that her fingers aren't living up to expectations. ]
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[ does he? does he want to keep this going? like felicity, he can feel the impending orgasm. in the sense that if he keeps going, eventually he's going to hit that peak. he can take a shortcut and get there quickly or he can keep texting her. it's wrong in all the right ways. this is on the line of what they can and can't get away with. he can feel himself veering into the wrong lane at incoming traffic but if he hit something, made it real, he'd pull over in a heartbeat. she's right to avoid inviting him over. as much as he wants felicity, it isn't strong enough to compete with what he won't let himself have.
not yet. ]
I'd rather be using them on you. [ but that's breaking the fantasy here, isn't it? ] Learning you by the sounds you make. I can picture it, you know. You and I, in your bedroom. Your legs parted, me between them. You trembling on my fingers, riding my hand.
[ his confidence stems from lust, from knowing for some crazy reason that felicity is one-hundred percent into him. if his palm isn't cutting it, he can guess that her fingers aren't living up to expectations. ]
Do you have any toys?