Gilia -- ah. [ Her name gets an extra hitch in it as she moves against him. He lets her, not only because it feels good to have her mouth on him, but because he doesn't want to deny her what she wants. His right hand seeks the wall behind him, a flat steadying pressure under the hot thunder of the water.
He watches her sink down to her knees, guessing what she wants to do, and part of him wants to reassure her that she doesn't have to try, doesn't have to do this if she doesn't want to, but it feels so damn good, and before he can warn her off she's already parting those beautiful lips around the head of him. A groan rises up out of him as she takes him carefully into her mouth, a heat greater than the shower around them, and he fights to stay still, to let her do all of the manoeuvring around him. It's difficult, though, especially as he starts to feel those rings of muscle around him, watching her take him as deep as she can. ]
That feels so good. [ He brushes the fingers of his left hand over her cheek, then lets his touch drift to the sea wrack and foam of her hair, sinking into it just to have a point of contact, not to control her movements. His head tips back, water sheeting down over the side of his face. ] Ah, don't stop.
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He watches her sink down to her knees, guessing what she wants to do, and part of him wants to reassure her that she doesn't have to try, doesn't have to do this if she doesn't want to, but it feels so damn good, and before he can warn her off she's already parting those beautiful lips around the head of him. A groan rises up out of him as she takes him carefully into her mouth, a heat greater than the shower around them, and he fights to stay still, to let her do all of the manoeuvring around him. It's difficult, though, especially as he starts to feel those rings of muscle around him, watching her take him as deep as she can. ]
That feels so good. [ He brushes the fingers of his left hand over her cheek, then lets his touch drift to the sea wrack and foam of her hair, sinking into it just to have a point of contact, not to control her movements. His head tips back, water sheeting down over the side of his face. ] Ah, don't stop.