[Her coaxing gets him to lift his head and meet her easily enough, never one to refuse her requests, especially when it's for something he's also craving. His lips catch hers, and he kisses softly at first before he opens up and deepens it, teasing her with loving strokes of his tongue above as his fingers move below. His pace is languid but steady, moving in tandem with her rocking hips, working between her muscles in all the ways he knows she loves.
He's not thinking deeply about it - hard to think deeply about anything when she's grinding against him, and he can feel her heat, wet and ready, around his hand - but inwardly he's glad she's accepting this and not pushing for him to only take on his birthday. Making her happy makes him happy, and her pleasure is arousing him just fine. He can wait.]
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He's not thinking deeply about it - hard to think deeply about anything when she's grinding against him, and he can feel her heat, wet and ready, around his hand - but inwardly he's glad she's accepting this and not pushing for him to only take on his birthday. Making her happy makes him happy, and her pleasure is arousing him just fine. He can wait.]