[ he finally gets his mouth on her, and it's a flood. not a literal one, though she's definitely wet, but one of sensation and general relief. the sexual tension that had been amassing between them in the last few minutes (longer than that, cora realizes. way longer) is manifesting in gentle suction and the rasp of his tongue along her sex, sending shivers every which way through her nervous system every time he comes anywhere near her clit.
she's sensitive. hyperaware. and all that careful work he'd put into spreading her legs was useless because she draws them right back in around his ears. what sounds like it could be a moan is strangled in the back of her mouth as her throat constricts, and that hand in his hair ends up pulling at his hair before she realizes what she's doing.
there's nothing keeping her from grinding against his face now, and cora finds if he lays back on the bed, arches her back just so, and rolls her hips in small undulations, she can rock to his pace without completely setting it, and without completely smothering him. ]
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she's sensitive. hyperaware. and all that careful work he'd put into spreading her legs was useless because she draws them right back in around his ears. what sounds like it could be a moan is strangled in the back of her mouth as her throat constricts, and that hand in his hair ends up pulling at his hair before she realizes what she's doing.
there's nothing keeping her from grinding against his face now, and cora finds if he lays back on the bed, arches her back just so, and rolls her hips in small undulations, she can rock to his pace without completely setting it, and without completely smothering him. ]