[ for someone supposedly so repressed, derek's good at this. he just about worships her: spends a long time overstimulating her clit and then returns to everywhere else, stubble scraping against her thighs as he puts his whole face to work. ]
[ she starts to grind and derek lets her, though a part of him wants her to pull harder, squeeze tighter, fuck over his face so he can't breathe, leave him claimed by her sticky juices. ]
[ that thought's so appealing that he stops tonguing down towards her asshole and pulls back. he looks wrecked already and his dick's barely been touched. ]
You on top.
[ he rolls onto his back on the bed, reaches down to adjust his dick in his jeans without actually opening them. his eyes are closed again, tongue tracing the smear of her come on his lower lip, chasing her taste. ]
no subject
[ she starts to grind and derek lets her, though a part of him wants her to pull harder, squeeze tighter, fuck over his face so he can't breathe, leave him claimed by her sticky juices. ]
[ that thought's so appealing that he stops tonguing down towards her asshole and pulls back. he looks wrecked already and his dick's barely been touched. ]
You on top.
[ he rolls onto his back on the bed, reaches down to adjust his dick in his jeans without actually opening them. his eyes are closed again, tongue tracing the smear of her come on his lower lip, chasing her taste. ]