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particular (m-rated)
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Her hands slip through the hair at the nape of his neck as he drops soft, light kisses to every inch of her trailing them down her stomach. She can't stop the low whimper of his name that lodges in her throat. Her back arches when she realizes where he's headed.
His eyes close as he reaches her core, her scent fills his lungs and he knows she hears the almost guttural growl it pulls from deep within him. Slowly, he slips one of his hands from her hip to her thigh, and he nudges her legs open just a bit wider. The fingers of his other hand press into her skin as he drags his gaze upward, staring into her eyes as he darts out his tongue.
"God," she whimpers as her back bends and her nails dig into his shoulders.
He moves his tongue again, watching her lower herself back down, waiting for her eyes to find his again. When they do, he smirks and licks in long, deep strokes, over and over. He moans when she starts rolling her hips, grinding against his working mouth, then two fingers slip down, spreading her lips.
"Oh, my God," she cries on an inhale, feeling his tongue flick at her clit. Her fingers curl but stop moving, clasped at the back of his head. Her hips rise and fall in time with his strokes, getting closer and closer to that particular precipice the more he works her over.
He feels her thighs close around his head, the warmth of her surrounding him and he bends one of his thick fingers, twists his wrist, and slowly pushes into her while he flicks more eagerly at her clit with the tip of his tongue.
"Harvey," she barely whispers, her body incapable of producing any more sound than whimpers and moans. Her breath comes in short gasps as her muscles burn. Her eyes close, her head drops back.
Moaning, he laps her up, slips another finger into her, crooks and bends and twists as he works his mouth and tongue in thrilling patterns, bringing her to the edge but refusing to let her fall completely just yet.
His eyes roll when her thighs clench around his neck and he knows he's got her right where he wants her, where he needs her. He thrusts his fingers faster, wraps his lips around her swollen bud and sucks in the same an excruciating rhythm.
Tears spring to her eyes, her lungs sting and throb, her body starts to tremble and she has no choice but to fall.
"Oh, God, Harvey," she whimpers out, caught between a cry and a moan.
His feels her clamp down on his fingers and he licks and devours everything she gives him, and slowly, he feels her relax. Her thighs fall away from him and her hands graze over the nape of his neck and the short hairs she finds there. He pulls his fingers out of her and sucks them clean as he crawls up her still quivering body. He nudges her nose with his, grinning, his hot breath falls against her lips. She's unable to open her eyes, until she feels his lips on hers. A soft moan filters out as her weak, limp arm flops lazily around his neck.
"Jesus," she whispers, shaking her head weakly.
"Take a breath, I'm just getting started," he says smugly, rolling and pulling her on top of him.
It's gonna be a long night.
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