[ He feels her body tense and tighten and any remaining restraint he had breaks completely. Harder, she demands, and he instantly obeys - no longer holding back with his tongue or his lips or the way his fingers start moving in her like they are directly tied to his cock. In a way, they are, because every clench of muscle around them makes the blood surge south, his hips rolling against air in a vain attempt to get any friction as he fucks her with his mouth and hand as well as he knows how.
It isn't patience or anything close that keeps him chasing her pleasure. Every breathless sound, every hitch of her breath and tiny grunt is a direct conduit to his own pleasure.
He wonders, vaguely, if he could make himself come just by getting her off.
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It isn't patience or anything close that keeps him chasing her pleasure. Every breathless sound, every hitch of her breath and tiny grunt is a direct conduit to his own pleasure.
He wonders, vaguely, if he could make himself come just by getting her off.
Probably not, but damn if he wouldn't try-- ]