[ She can feel them both drawing closer to bliss, in the maddening pace and fervor that Trahearne has now set... But somehow, somehow, what she wants is something else. She wants to worship him, and to watch his face as she does so. With the last of her remaining willpower, she leans in to say, with her voice rough-hewn and near-breathless, ]
Let me taste you...
[ And with that, she moves her hips, causing him to slip out of her, and her legs loosen away from him while brings herself back onto the ground, on her feet. Then, with a fevered strength, grasps him by the arms to turn them both, pressing his back into the bed of flowers and moss on the tree before she goes down on her knees before him. Her gaze is reverent, searing, and loving all at once as her fingers curl around his shaft, giving him a few languid strokes before she draws his stamen into her mouth, her tongue hot and wet as it presses flat against him, bobbing her head with more urgency to finally send him into a blissful release. ]
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Let me taste you...
[ And with that, she moves her hips, causing him to slip out of her, and her legs loosen away from him while brings herself back onto the ground, on her feet. Then, with a fevered strength, grasps him by the arms to turn them both, pressing his back into the bed of flowers and moss on the tree before she goes down on her knees before him. Her gaze is reverent, searing, and loving all at once as her fingers curl around his shaft, giving him a few languid strokes before she draws his stamen into her mouth, her tongue hot and wet as it presses flat against him, bobbing her head with more urgency to finally send him into a blissful release. ]