[ The tide of his exhale against her skin only makes her all the more aware of how wet she already is. Anticipation draws her stomach tight in that brief moment before his tongue presses against her clit — then she inhales audibly, dragging in a wavering breath as her eyebrows pinch together. ]
Fuck.
[ It's an emphatic little murmur that escapes her as she tangles her free hand in Poe's hair, grasping just slightly too tight, tugging at the roots. Maybe she means for it to come out wryly when she speaks, but it's too thin, too breathless: ]
I swear you'll be the death of me. [ She sinks lower in her seat, looking for the leverage to grind up against his mouth. ] Come on. Fingers too.
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Fuck.
[ It's an emphatic little murmur that escapes her as she tangles her free hand in Poe's hair, grasping just slightly too tight, tugging at the roots. Maybe she means for it to come out wryly when she speaks, but it's too thin, too breathless: ]
I swear you'll be the death of me. [ She sinks lower in her seat, looking for the leverage to grind up against his mouth. ] Come on. Fingers too.