needing more

He stops and rolls her over on her tummy, her hands still flexing beside her as she struggles not to touch herself, her skin glowing in the soft light as he looks down upon her. Hips swelling and cheeks inviting, her legs slightly open so he can see the glistening moisture on her thighs. Her hair, scattered around her head and down her shoulders, pulls his attention away from the warm flesh below. He smiles as he reaches down, to lift her hair off the back of her neck, then stretches down beside her, pressing himself against her so she feels his heat, his hardness, and his breath slides across her, teasing the fine hairs, tickling and arousing, as he blows gently, ever so gently, watching her body tighten, little goose bumps forming. His lips touch her neck, his tongue stretches out and licks, her smell filling his nostrils, so sweet, her taste slightly salty, drawing him closer, wanting more of her. His lips sucking in her skin, his teeth nibbling, as his tongue traces little circles, around and around, her hips flexing with each stroke, imagining him on her clit, licking in those circles, teeth nibbling.

Tongue sliding along the tendons, first one side, then the other, teeth tracing them, pressure, skin sucked, blood rushing to the surface, wondering if there will be traces, neck pushing back into his mouth, begging for more, please. Fingers tracing down your back, as he continues to lick and suck, following the sides of your spine, ever so slowly, then back up the sides, brushing the insides of your arms, the hairs on his arms tickling, daring you to move, daring you to give in, then soft strokes from the tips, eight fingers, drifting down, down to the curve of your ass, then up, feeling your heat grow, hearing the moans you cannot help but release, knowing he knows, knowing he pleases, knowing you must not move or he will stop, worried. Sensing the moisture, the heat, the scent of you on the air, so wet, so ready, body pleading. His tongue traces down your back, leaving a minute trail of moisture, his hands moving to your cheeks, opening them to his tongue, waiting for his first touch, needing his first touching, but no, he moves off your center, tongue tip trailing across your cheek, then sucking in mouthfuls of flesh, sucking harder, knowing he will indeed mark you, biting and taking, owning, as you swell more, panting, pushing up, demanding more, needing the slight pain, wanting the arousal than comes with it, beginning to beg, as you try not to squirm under his mouth. lips pulsing, both holes opening, clenching, pleading. Toes curled up, thighs straining.