[ His reactions only serve to encourage her further, and she purposefully leans her chest into his groin, and her hands move upward upon his thighs. It's probably not the specific sort of pressure he craves, but denying him more-- for the moment-- is intentional on her part. This puts her chin just above his navel, and she looks up at him with a gaze that's clouded with both want and an eagerness to do more. Her body is is hot, pulsing for anything he may give. Her second place prize, in a way, is doing all of this for him. Seeing him wanting evokes the same in her... as if she hadn't been ready already. ] I think you know what I want.
[ Pyra lifts her torso from his hips, allowing her hands to move to the drawstring that keeps the waist of his pants intact. Undoing it, she pulls the fabric away and tugs what she needs to apart to have him free of the confines of cloth. With a devious accent to the light in her eyes, she bends forward, using her tongue to wet him, base to shaft to her mouse puckering to suck briefly upon his tip, explicit and showy with all of her focus upon him. But it'll be her hand working him today, because she can't exactly kiss him upon his mouth and enjoy his taste herself if it's otherwise occupied.
Pyra wraps one finger, then two, about his base, using what wetness she had left with her mouth as lubricant to glide up and down his shaft. Then she lifts herself, pressing a knee to the edge of the bed along his thigh to support herself. She moves to kiss him upon his bottom lip, attempting to tug his mouth open to allow her entrance. ]
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[ Pyra lifts her torso from his hips, allowing her hands to move to the drawstring that keeps the waist of his pants intact. Undoing it, she pulls the fabric away and tugs what she needs to apart to have him free of the confines of cloth. With a devious accent to the light in her eyes, she bends forward, using her tongue to wet him, base to shaft to her mouse puckering to suck briefly upon his tip, explicit and showy with all of her focus upon him. But it'll be her hand working him today, because she can't exactly kiss him upon his mouth and enjoy his taste herself if it's otherwise occupied.
Pyra wraps one finger, then two, about his base, using what wetness she had left with her mouth as lubricant to glide up and down his shaft. Then she lifts herself, pressing a knee to the edge of the bed along his thigh to support herself. She moves to kiss him upon his bottom lip, attempting to tug his mouth open to allow her entrance. ]