[His hips ever so slightly shift forward, letting her know that he likes that she's doing.
His fingers slip out, satisfied that he's made up for one missed orgasm. The problem is, she's way behind on quota as far as he's concerned. He's got nothing better to do than to make her his holiday project.
Noting that his mum and her official boyfriend are distracted, he lifts the covers over them. Just enough that the bottom half of her face is covered, so they can't see his hand cover her mouth. His other hand slips between them, guiding the head of his cock against her wet hole.
His hand circles around her, pushing her thigh down so she slides over his cock. Not unlike a sleeve. His body shivers against her, letting the hand circled around her skim up her so his fingers can trace her clit.
He squeezes her cheeks with the hand on her face, murmuring in her ear.]
[ Emma understands what they've silently decided upon when she helps him slide his waistband further down and lifts herself over his lap to accommodate it. It's nothing she would have even thought about doing, before tonight. Before Jamie.
Having sex in front of her dad. It's depraved. She isn't fully sure what the hell she agreed to. How this will work. But she wants it, badly.
She gasps and shudders behind the safety of his palm, her body adjusting for the width of his cock. He feels amazing. She hasn't been fucked in too long already.
His voice in her ear reminds her of licorice, smooth for all the accented edges that she had once found obnoxious. She wishes he would kiss her. She knows he can't. Not here.
Her sweaty hand grips his thigh again, for stability and to not moan aloud. She squirms delightfully around him, her cunt learning his cock, swallowing him up whole to the base. ]
[For Jamie, it wouldn't be the first time he's fooled around under the covers with another person in the room. It would be the first time he stuck himself inside a girl with her father there.
He wonders if either he or his mum contemplated the idea that they might be attracted to each other. Meeting at this age. She's just another fit girl to him, he doesn't feel familial anything when he sees her. He sees that she's got a nice body-- nice tits, nice ass. She's tight the way he imagined and she's gorgeous. Feels like the bloody tiktoks where someone falls asleep with a treat in their hand to test their dog.
He failed. He loves a treat.
His arm hooks around her, bracing against the couch but it looks like he's cuddling her. Out of view, his hips are wiggling so his cock works deeper into her. Not easy, at this angle, but something about the awkward position and hurriedness is doing it for him anyway. He knows she's cock hungry now, if she wants it so bad she'll let him hit it with her dad in the room.]
Is she meant to be a hooker or something?
[Jamie nods vaguely at the TV, deliberately drawing their attention. He knows she'll hate him for it, but he's enjoying the power. Enjoying the subtle dig with his question. He suspects if you rev her engine a little she'll come just from being teased, especially with his fingers strumming and teasing over her clit.]
[ Emma freezes. She's going to kill him. Not now, obviously. Later.
The question gets their attention. "Mmm, yes, baby." Georgie answers; she's stroking Mr Woodhouse's hair. Neither of them is aware her son has his dick inside of her new stepdaughter. To the contrary. Her father looks incredibly pleased that they're being affectionate with each other, after months of emotional distance and tension. He had asked her very firmly to play nice with Jamie.
Not this nicely, granted.
They probably expected him to feel protective of her when they got hitched. Emma is at least a few years younger than Jamie; he's in uni, she's not quite. He's a footballer, she's at the top of her class.
The whole older than her, ought to be acting brotherly aspect really titillates her, almost as much as the potential to be caught. Her breath lodges in her throat, her clit throbbing beneath his thumb. She isn't riding him exactly, that would elicit too much attention, but she squeezes ruthlessly. Feeling herself getting dangerously close again.
When she comes the second time, her nails scratch at his thigh. ]
[Jamie feels extremely smug in this moment. He knows they're both completely distracted, but it does the trick anyway. Emma is annoyed, and he knows damn well she's squeezing him as punishment.
When their parents eyes are diverted, he pushes the boundaries again. He can feel her getting close, but he doesn't move in her. It's all her, just using his cock to get herself off. It's exactly what he wants, so he rewards her by putting two of his fingers in her mouth.
His leg hooks over hers, dragging her back onto him and pressing deep in her.
Then she comes again, squeezing tighter than any girl he's fucked before. He feels her tremble and he wants to bury his face in her neck or kiss her, anything to distract himself. The only thing he can hook onto is her breast, which he squeezes again, knowing damn well it's going to finish him.
And it does, somewhere between the squeeze around his cock and the breast in his hand, he comes. His cock twitches in her, pumping his seed into her because it has nowhere else to go. Even he's baffled by the fact that he's creaming inside his step-sister, so a soft gasp escapes his lips.
He can't help darting his eyes down to look at her, checking her reaction.]
[ It's a number of things which undoes her so quickly again. The forbidden nature of the encounter; how easily they could be caught; the level of cockiness he has; that it's her first time taking a cock without protection.
He's been taking the initiative this whole time, but she is no placid pillow princess simply taking it. Emma bites down on his invasive fingers, just enough to sting, as her walls wring around him. She squeezes his arm, reaches for his hand that clutches her breast.
There's a particular sense of satisfaction that rushes through her when she feels him tense and come right at her heels. Really renews her ego. She really hates that she doesn't have a better look at his face as he comes undone for her.
She meets his stare, feeling his eyes on her. A triumphant smirk quirks her mouth, turning back to the screen. ]
[Jamie is very glad nobody saw his face. He is very sure his eyes rolled back in his head when he came-- he's never busted like that in a girl before, either. Normally he's better at prolonging the pleasure, but her pussy feels much better than the hand he's been using to replicate it. He's been jerking off to the thought of fucking her since they met, it's only recently that it's become something he can't resist anymore.
The only face she gets is an annoyed sneer as he reaches for the bowl. His hips twist deliberately when he brings it around. In gradual shifts, he withdraws his cock from her and mops up as discreetly as he can. His fingers stay inside her for the rest of the movie until their parents start to refocus.
Her father notices that she looks a little unwell-- flush, perhaps. Jamie's hand wraps over her forehead, feeling her temperature. An excuse to touch her. He agrees, definitely warm. He scoops the blanket around her and picks her up. He'll pop her to bed-- their parents laugh like it's cute.
He lets her down gently in her bedroom, crowding in after her and half-shutting the door with his foot. His mouth finds hers quickly and he sucks her bottom lip before kissing her properly. When he pulls back, he looks adoringly down at her.]
You gonna let me have a look at it now that you've let me fuck it?
[He teases, cupping his hand over her cunt through her pants. His voice softens, gentling but not removing his hand.]
[ His fingers feel good inside. He teases her, but being filled and her successive orgasms have sated the ache enough -- for both of them. Until the end, when he feigns testing her for a fever.
Of course her father would notice the glow on her face, mistaking the perspiration for something ailing her. No, she just misses Jamie's cock already.
And oh, she does love to be doted upon. It is rare that she is the one being cared for rather than playing the caretaker. After the loss of her mother, her father had become consumed by hypochondria, as was her elder sister. She had always had to tend to both of them. Being carried under the impression of being taken care of -- it kindles something in her.
His mouth is softer than she thought it would be; she has to admit to herself she's been thinking about it for days now. His eyes, dark beneath the fluorescent lighting of her bedroom. And he's so -- pretty. Prettier than Frank. Her heart flutters tellingly in her chest. ]
It was very nice, [ she nods, reassuring and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Rightly sensing it's what he wants.
A wicked gleam enters her own eyes. She kisses him again, a quick peck. ]
[There is some cruel irony in the fact that Jamie wanted a little sibling for many years. He never understood why his mother didn't produce one for him. He'd wanted a built in companion for years. Someone to play with all day, every day.
He doesn't feel much like a big brother to his little sister now. Though he generously grants himself the excuse that he was extremely concerned that she wasn't being sexually satisfied. That's real love and concern.
His expression becomes dopier the longer she sustains eye-contact and plays with his hair. He could melt, but he's trying not to. He clearly loves being touched as much as he loves being kissed. His lips follow her as she pulls back, his eyes trail after her too.
He does obey, briefly, then he's already sauntering after her.]
[ She should foresee that he doesn't stay where she said, but he's too cute she can't exactly begrudge him it. Not really.
Emma may seem frigid to some people, but when it comes to family -- to the people she loves, at least -- she's a different beast. Her affection is endless, unless the moment calls for otherwise.
Does that mean she counts him as family? God. That makes it worse. ]
I was going into my closet. [ Chiding, but in play. She enters her bathroom, but she doesn't stop, except to take a brief look at herself. She looks ... happy. For the first time all week.
Inside her bathroom, far too grand for a seventeen year old girl, is a connected walk-in closet. She bars him from entering that, gesturing to a seat at her vanity. ]
[Jamie's response to the teasing is to puff himself up so she remembers he's bigger and if he wants to go in her closet, he will. His fingers tease at grabbing the fabric of her pajamas. Ultimately, he lets her escape.
He frowns, because his mind was already going to a place where she's on her back in her closet and he's on top of her. But he's a clever boy, and he realises she's asking him to sit because this is mutually beneficial.
It doesn't stop him from whistling annoyingly while she's changing.
When she comes out, his hands grip the seat under him. White-knuckling, because she hasn't told him to get up yet. He's eating her with his eyes, expression darkening just a touch.]
[ Very pretty and very revealing is the baby pink piece she chooses for him. Nothing left to the imagination, save for the suspenders that meet the white stockings.
And very worth it, if the physical reaction she gets out of him is anything to go by. A small part of her worries it's exaggerated on his part. What a number her ex did on her, she wouldn't have wondered this before. But she deeply wants to wow Jamie.
His question lowers the smile a smidge, though the fact he asks at all hints at a jealousy that is very satisfying to think of. ]
No. Not that it's important. [ Emma twirls slowly, showing every side off for his eyes, then looks over her shoulder. Sultry, her voice sugary. ]
[Jamie is a good boy, to a point. He is not a patient boy. When she doesn't give him a verbal release from his seat, he takes it upon himself to stand up.
He hooks his fingers around the straps across her thighs, drawing her in toward him. Chest to chest, walking her back against the wall. He presses his hips against her, he's hard again already. That's her doing.]
It is important. [He argues, but his voice is soft. It lilts. He's teasing her.]
Fucked you good and proper, didn't I? Now you'll never have enough. [He buries his face against her neck before she can get pissy. He grabs a handful of her asscheek, gripping it firmly.]
I want you to spread your legs and show me how pretty it is. [Now his voice is barely above a whisper, his cock presses against her. He wonders if she can feel it throb, imagining what he wants to do to her.]
[ Feels like being hunted for prey, the way he walks her back into the wall, crowding against her so that the bulge of his cock presses eager into the soft of her tummy. He's not just hard, he's practically vibrating.
She's only slept with one man before, until now, and he was never quite this expressive and excited about having her in his clutches.
His breath is hot against her neck, rolling down her spine. Her knees tremble with anticipation. She makes a noise, her mouth parting, conspicuously at a loss for words. Speechless. For once.
Her hands brush against his elbows, holding his forearms to steady herself. Her knees spread apart, just like he asked, so that he can get a better look if he kneels. She's already wet through the panties. His proximity has that hold on her. ]
[Jamie's excitement doesn't wane for a second. He's a tactile person, so his fingers loop curiously under the soft straps of her outfit.
He seems a little amused by the sheer fabric over her breasts. Both hands shift to squeeze them, rolling his thumbs over her nipples. He positions one for himself, so he can lean down and suck on it. Like it's a nice, soft sweet. Like it tastes incredible. He just likes the way it feels in his mouth.
His mouth releases her with a soft, wet pop and he catches her eyes. Grinning as he drops easily to his knees in front of her.]
Good girl.
[Softly, he breathes warm air between her legs and runs his finger down the straps of her lingerie so he can expose more of her.]
[ She watches him taste her breast, suckling at it like some oversized toddler, fixed on the nipple. The fabric is wet when he draws away.
Wet like another region of her, when he puts himself on his knees before her. It's an intoxicating sight to behold. His hair is slightly mussed, his bottom lip is damp. She shivers, half from praise, half from the view.
Nodding, she grants the permission he seeks, her fingers reaching out to run into and smooth his hair down. Beautiful. She understands why other girls swim around him. ]
[Patiently waiting for an answer (but not really) Jamie exhales over her, finger tracing up and down the seam of her cunt. His head tilts into her hand, encouraging the touch. He clearly likes it.
He flicks his eyes up to her, looking serious and intense for a moment. He doesn't say anything. He looks back in front of him, nuzzling his nose and mouth closer. His tongue laps slowly at her, both clearly initiating and easing her in. Once his tongue seems to have skimmed all along her, he settles in to suck her clit firmly. Audibly.]
[ His eyes are bright and heady. Not for the first time she notes what a peculiar color they are. Not blue, not brown, but grey. She had always known her step-brother was attractive, but she'd never allowed herself to recognize the extent of his beauty until now. She'd refused to.
His mouth seals over her clit, sealing with it her fate. Her breath gasps out of her. She hooks a hand into his hair, dark against her skin. The noises he makes are lewd, joined by the small cries he draws out of her. His name slips. ]
[Jamie hums approvingly when she moans his name, he likes to know he's doing a good job unravelling someone. His tongue wanders downward, circling her shape, flattening over her hole before he starts to lick. With purpose. Like he's searching for something with his tongue.
His hands grip her thighs, squeezing her flesh in his hand. He's hard against his pants but he allows himself to enjoy the suspense it gives him. He allows himself to be smug as well. There's a cheeky glint in his eyes when he watches her.
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His fingers slip out, satisfied that he's made up for one missed orgasm. The problem is, she's way behind on quota as far as he's concerned. He's got nothing better to do than to make her his holiday project.
Noting that his mum and her official boyfriend are distracted, he lifts the covers over them. Just enough that the bottom half of her face is covered, so they can't see his hand cover her mouth. His other hand slips between them, guiding the head of his cock against her wet hole.
His hand circles around her, pushing her thigh down so she slides over his cock. Not unlike a sleeve. His body shivers against her, letting the hand circled around her skim up her so his fingers can trace her clit.
He squeezes her cheeks with the hand on her face, murmuring in her ear.]
You're nice and warm.
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Having sex in front of her dad. It's depraved. She isn't fully sure what the hell she agreed to. How this will work. But she wants it, badly.
She gasps and shudders behind the safety of his palm, her body adjusting for the width of his cock. He feels amazing. She hasn't been fucked in too long already.
His voice in her ear reminds her of licorice, smooth for all the accented edges that she had once found obnoxious. She wishes he would kiss her. She knows he can't. Not here.
Her sweaty hand grips his thigh again, for stability and to not moan aloud. She squirms delightfully around him, her cunt learning his cock, swallowing him up whole to the base. ]
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He wonders if either he or his mum contemplated the idea that they might be attracted to each other. Meeting at this age. She's just another fit girl to him, he doesn't feel familial anything when he sees her. He sees that she's got a nice body-- nice tits, nice ass. She's tight the way he imagined and she's gorgeous. Feels like the bloody tiktoks where someone falls asleep with a treat in their hand to test their dog.
He failed. He loves a treat.
His arm hooks around her, bracing against the couch but it looks like he's cuddling her. Out of view, his hips are wiggling so his cock works deeper into her. Not easy, at this angle, but something about the awkward position and hurriedness is doing it for him anyway. He knows she's cock hungry now, if she wants it so bad she'll let him hit it with her dad in the room.]
Is she meant to be a hooker or something?
[Jamie nods vaguely at the TV, deliberately drawing their attention. He knows she'll hate him for it, but he's enjoying the power. Enjoying the subtle dig with his question. He suspects if you rev her engine a little she'll come just from being teased, especially with his fingers strumming and teasing over her clit.]
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The question gets their attention. "Mmm, yes, baby." Georgie answers; she's stroking Mr Woodhouse's hair. Neither of them is aware her son has his dick inside of her new stepdaughter. To the contrary. Her father looks incredibly pleased that they're being affectionate with each other, after months of emotional distance and tension. He had asked her very firmly to play nice with Jamie.
Not this nicely, granted.
They probably expected him to feel protective of her when they got hitched. Emma is at least a few years younger than Jamie; he's in uni, she's not quite. He's a footballer, she's at the top of her class.
The whole older than her, ought to be acting brotherly aspect really titillates her, almost as much as the potential to be caught. Her breath lodges in her throat, her clit throbbing beneath his thumb. She isn't riding him exactly, that would elicit too much attention, but she squeezes ruthlessly. Feeling herself getting dangerously close again.
When she comes the second time, her nails scratch at his thigh. ]
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When their parents eyes are diverted, he pushes the boundaries again. He can feel her getting close, but he doesn't move in her. It's all her, just using his cock to get herself off. It's exactly what he wants, so he rewards her by putting two of his fingers in her mouth.
His leg hooks over hers, dragging her back onto him and pressing deep in her.
Then she comes again, squeezing tighter than any girl he's fucked before. He feels her tremble and he wants to bury his face in her neck or kiss her, anything to distract himself. The only thing he can hook onto is her breast, which he squeezes again, knowing damn well it's going to finish him.
And it does, somewhere between the squeeze around his cock and the breast in his hand, he comes. His cock twitches in her, pumping his seed into her because it has nowhere else to go. Even he's baffled by the fact that he's creaming inside his step-sister, so a soft gasp escapes his lips.
He can't help darting his eyes down to look at her, checking her reaction.]
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He's been taking the initiative this whole time, but she is no placid pillow princess simply taking it. Emma bites down on his invasive fingers, just enough to sting, as her walls wring around him. She squeezes his arm, reaches for his hand that clutches her breast.
There's a particular sense of satisfaction that rushes through her when she feels him tense and come right at her heels. Really renews her ego. She really hates that she doesn't have a better look at his face as he comes undone for her.
She meets his stare, feeling his eyes on her. A triumphant smirk quirks her mouth, turning back to the screen. ]
Pass the popcorn?
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The only face she gets is an annoyed sneer as he reaches for the bowl. His hips twist deliberately when he brings it around. In gradual shifts, he withdraws his cock from her and mops up as discreetly as he can. His fingers stay inside her for the rest of the movie until their parents start to refocus.
Her father notices that she looks a little unwell-- flush, perhaps. Jamie's hand wraps over her forehead, feeling her temperature. An excuse to touch her. He agrees, definitely warm. He scoops the blanket around her and picks her up. He'll pop her to bed-- their parents laugh like it's cute.
He lets her down gently in her bedroom, crowding in after her and half-shutting the door with his foot. His mouth finds hers quickly and he sucks her bottom lip before kissing her properly. When he pulls back, he looks adoringly down at her.]
You gonna let me have a look at it now that you've let me fuck it?
[He teases, cupping his hand over her cunt through her pants. His voice softens, gentling but not removing his hand.]
D'you like it?
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Of course her father would notice the glow on her face, mistaking the perspiration for something ailing her. No, she just misses Jamie's cock already.
And oh, she does love to be doted upon. It is rare that she is the one being cared for rather than playing the caretaker. After the loss of her mother, her father had become consumed by hypochondria, as was her elder sister. She had always had to tend to both of them. Being carried under the impression of being taken care of -- it kindles something in her.
His mouth is softer than she thought it would be; she has to admit to herself she's been thinking about it for days now. His eyes, dark beneath the fluorescent lighting of her bedroom. And he's so -- pretty. Prettier than Frank. Her heart flutters tellingly in her chest. ]
It was very nice, [ she nods, reassuring and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Rightly sensing it's what he wants.
A wicked gleam enters her own eyes. She kisses him again, a quick peck. ]
Wait here.
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He doesn't feel much like a big brother to his little sister now. Though he generously grants himself the excuse that he was extremely concerned that she wasn't being sexually satisfied. That's real love and concern.
His expression becomes dopier the longer she sustains eye-contact and plays with his hair. He could melt, but he's trying not to. He clearly loves being touched as much as he loves being kissed. His lips follow her as she pulls back, his eyes trail after her too.
He does obey, briefly, then he's already sauntering after her.]
Where are we going?
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Emma may seem frigid to some people, but when it comes to family -- to the people she loves, at least -- she's a different beast. Her affection is endless, unless the moment calls for otherwise.
Does that mean she counts him as family? God. That makes it worse. ]
I was going into my closet. [ Chiding, but in play. She enters her bathroom, but she doesn't stop, except to take a brief look at herself. She looks ... happy. For the first time all week.
Inside her bathroom, far too grand for a seventeen year old girl, is a connected walk-in closet. She bars him from entering that, gesturing to a seat at her vanity. ]
Sit over there. Don't look or I won't show you.
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He frowns, because his mind was already going to a place where she's on her back in her closet and he's on top of her. But he's a clever boy, and he realises she's asking him to sit because this is mutually beneficial.
It doesn't stop him from whistling annoyingly while she's changing.
When she comes out, his hands grip the seat under him. White-knuckling, because she hasn't told him to get up yet. He's eating her with his eyes, expression darkening just a touch.]
Did you wear that for him?
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And very worth it, if the physical reaction she gets out of him is anything to go by. A small part of her worries it's exaggerated on his part. What a number her ex did on her, she wouldn't have wondered this before. But she deeply wants to wow Jamie.
His question lowers the smile a smidge, though the fact he asks at all hints at a jealousy that is very satisfying to think of. ]
No. Not that it's important. [ Emma twirls slowly, showing every side off for his eyes, then looks over her shoulder. Sultry, her voice sugary. ]
I'm wearing it for you.
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He hooks his fingers around the straps across her thighs, drawing her in toward him. Chest to chest, walking her back against the wall. He presses his hips against her, he's hard again already. That's her doing.]
It is important. [He argues, but his voice is soft. It lilts. He's teasing her.]
Fucked you good and proper, didn't I? Now you'll never have enough. [He buries his face against her neck before she can get pissy. He grabs a handful of her asscheek, gripping it firmly.]
I want you to spread your legs and show me how pretty it is. [Now his voice is barely above a whisper, his cock presses against her. He wonders if she can feel it throb, imagining what he wants to do to her.]
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She's only slept with one man before, until now, and he was never quite this expressive and excited about having her in his clutches.
His breath is hot against her neck, rolling down her spine. Her knees tremble with anticipation. She makes a noise, her mouth parting, conspicuously at a loss for words. Speechless. For once.
Her hands brush against his elbows, holding his forearms to steady herself. Her knees spread apart, just like he asked, so that he can get a better look if he kneels. She's already wet through the panties. His proximity has that hold on her. ]
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He seems a little amused by the sheer fabric over her breasts. Both hands shift to squeeze them, rolling his thumbs over her nipples. He positions one for himself, so he can lean down and suck on it. Like it's a nice, soft sweet. Like it tastes incredible. He just likes the way it feels in his mouth.
His mouth releases her with a soft, wet pop and he catches her eyes. Grinning as he drops easily to his knees in front of her.]
Good girl.
[Softly, he breathes warm air between her legs and runs his finger down the straps of her lingerie so he can expose more of her.]
Can I taste it?
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Wet like another region of her, when he puts himself on his knees before her. It's an intoxicating sight to behold. His hair is slightly mussed, his bottom lip is damp. She shivers, half from praise, half from the view.
Nodding, she grants the permission he seeks, her fingers reaching out to run into and smooth his hair down. Beautiful. She understands why other girls swim around him. ]
Yes.
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He flicks his eyes up to her, looking serious and intense for a moment. He doesn't say anything. He looks back in front of him, nuzzling his nose and mouth closer. His tongue laps slowly at her, both clearly initiating and easing her in. Once his tongue seems to have skimmed all along her, he settles in to suck her clit firmly. Audibly.]
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His mouth seals over her clit, sealing with it her fate. Her breath gasps out of her. She hooks a hand into his hair, dark against her skin. The noises he makes are lewd, joined by the small cries he draws out of her. His name slips. ]
Jamie-- oh god.
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His hands grip her thighs, squeezing her flesh in his hand. He's hard against his pants but he allows himself to enjoy the suspense it gives him. He allows himself to be smug as well. There's a cheeky glint in his eyes when he watches her.
He pulls back, just enough to speak.]
Play with your tits a little.