[Despite the heady haze of her eyes, the way she affects laissez-faire (quite literally in this case), her attention on him is quite sharp and observant.
He isn't easily broken.
Oh, he admits he wants her, his cock obviously does, but either by nature or nurture he masters himself. Breaking him down won't be easy, in fact it almost might be imposs--]
All that and more.
[--a word that doesn't belong in her vocabulary; she's never shied away from a challenge.
But there's...something, a feeling, maybe she just believes in her own skills because she cannot fathom it otherwise, but she thinks she can do it. Knows she can.
She continues stroking him, languid and deceptively careful even if her hand isn't--she wants to keep him on the edge, but doesn't want him to tip over it or fall backward into safety where she'll have to start over again.
Even if there is no one else around she whispers by his ear, honey-rich and just as slow]
You want it bad too, don't you? [She kisses under it before tracing the shell of it with her tongue.] Having something of me be only yours.[She sucks the lobe.]
I wonder and wonder, Kyanite, what you could give me...what you will give me.
[She trails kisses down his jaw before coming back to his cock, licking his pre and moaning indulgently at the taste. It's not enough, not by far. She wants more for herself, but he does taste so good...]
You just have to be a bit...nicer, is all.
[She won't cheat with her powers, she'll not have it said the contest was stacked in her favour, so she doesn't weave anything into the dream to her advantage, just uses her own skill.
She returns to sucking him and the challenge here isn't trying to gauge where he is at with his arousal, it's to trying not to lose herself in the moment. He was right earlier about pretending not to like it--that was never the issue, it was trying not to love it too much. She needs to remember what she's doing and she does, but the smell and taste of him...how hot and hard he is is overwhelming and moment to moment it's a labour and a half not to chuck her challenge out the proverbial window.
She wants to touch herself, come when he does, but she needs her hands to stroke him and she won't do half the work. Her lips kiss tenderly and suck so very lewdly at his head, tongue spiraling in indulgent circles.
But every time it seems he comes close she'll stop and let go. He isn't allowed to come until he begs her.]
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He isn't easily broken.
Oh, he admits he wants her, his cock obviously does, but either by nature or nurture he masters himself. Breaking him down won't be easy, in fact it almost might be imposs--]
All that and more.
[--a word that doesn't belong in her vocabulary; she's never shied away from a challenge.
But there's...something, a feeling, maybe she just believes in her own skills because she cannot fathom it otherwise, but she thinks she can do it. Knows she can.
She continues stroking him, languid and deceptively careful even if her hand isn't--she wants to keep him on the edge, but doesn't want him to tip over it or fall backward into safety where she'll have to start over again.
Even if there is no one else around she whispers by his ear, honey-rich and just as slow]
You want it bad too, don't you? [She kisses under it before tracing the shell of it with her tongue.] Having something of me be only yours.[She sucks the lobe.]
I wonder and wonder, Kyanite, what you could give me...what you will give me.
[She trails kisses down his jaw before coming back to his cock, licking his pre and moaning indulgently at the taste. It's not enough, not by far. She wants more for herself, but he does taste so good...]
You just have to be a bit...nicer, is all.
[She won't cheat with her powers, she'll not have it said the contest was stacked in her favour, so she doesn't weave anything into the dream to her advantage, just uses her own skill.
She returns to sucking him and the challenge here isn't trying to gauge where he is at with his arousal, it's to trying not to lose herself in the moment. He was right earlier about pretending not to like it--that was never the issue, it was trying not to love it too much. She needs to remember what she's doing and she does, but the smell and taste of him...how hot and hard he is is overwhelming and moment to moment it's a labour and a half not to chuck her challenge out the proverbial window.
She wants to touch herself, come when he does, but she needs her hands to stroke him and she won't do half the work. Her lips kiss tenderly and suck so very lewdly at his head, tongue spiraling in indulgent circles.
But every time it seems he comes close she'll stop and let go. He isn't allowed to come until he begs her.]