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[virgocat]

"You've a fever." She says it decisively, taking her hand off his forehead. She's worried about him, but not quite to fretting yet. Caring for people is kind of her thing, and he is her lover. He's more deserving of her caring and fussing than anyone.

"How's the rest of you? Stomach all right?"

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[child_of_bhaal]

"How can you-" She cuts off when he dips between her legs again, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle a squeal. She knows she's wet and messy there, and he's licking at her, like she's some kind of candy.

"Oh my... Arthur..." She talks behind her hand, already writhing underneath him helplessly.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

A dimple appears in his cheek as he looks up at her from between her legs. He hasn't really stimulated her clit yet, and so he licks over it lightly, looking up to see her reaction.

[child_of_bhaal]

It's a worthwhile reaction. She makes a noise somewhere between a cry and a groan, sitting up abruptly. Her eyes are wide, mouth open in aroused shock. If they hadn't just finished making love, she probably wouldn't be so sensitive, but they had, and she is. Seeing that look on his face while he uses his tongue in her doesn't lend her any mercy either.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Do you know what that is?" he asks before kissing her thigh, letting his finger play over her vaginal lips.

[child_of_bhaal]

She whimpers softly, biting her lower lip. She shakes her head, not at all confident that she won't squeak if she tries talk.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"That's your clitoris. Clit for short. I've been told it feels really good when you rub over it, that some women come just from that."

He leans in then, licking over her before parting her lips again, making his tongue rigid this time and starting to fuck her with it.

[child_of_bhaal]

Well, he's been told correctly, because it feels incredible when he drags his tongue over it.

"Oh..." Then he begins that thrusting with his tongue and she can't stay upright. She fans back onto the bed heavily, back arching and hips rocking. She's always been a quick study, and her body has already memorized the motions for her.

"...oh fuck..."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

It makes him pause, her cursing. It sends a shock of arousal through him, and he continues his thrusting, stopping to lick over her clit now and then before returning to the thrusting.

[child_of_bhaal]

It's not like she never swears. She swears. Sometimes. Probably never where he's been able to hear it. She tends to be polite by default, but there is absolutely nothing polite about what he's doing to her.

She can't keep still, and not just her hips. Her hands grab for anything, the sheets, her hair, his hair, unable to stay in one spot very long. Her feet slide forward and back along the mattress, arching to her toes to post her thighs more, or rock her hips against his mouth. She must make for a downright indecent picture, and her moans and whimpers of need only make it worse, surely.

It's not enough though. It feels incredible. It looks like a wanton sin, but there's not enough stimulation to drive her up. Those casual, occasional licks are just enough keep her needy and wanting. So subnet, rather than later, she caves without a fight and starts begging.

"Arthur, please. Please I need- I need...unh more..."