Lydia loves Gale's mouth. The shape of it, the heat of his lips when they press against hers; his rare smiles. Kissing Gale is never something she takes for granted.
But as she nibbles on his lip, parts her mouth to curl her tongue against his, she can't help but pull away briefly to murmur in his ear, "Lots of place you could put that mouth of yours now that I can't do anything to stop you."
Again a roll of her shoulders; if there's any loosening of the bright red rope, it's subtle and perhaps not noticed.
"Somehow I don't think you would if you could," he shoots back, a smirk turning up the corner of his mouth. In retaliation, he bites at the spot where her shoulder meets her neck, running his tongue over it soothingly a moment later as he moves down, sucking and nipping at her skin.
She lets out a soft, pleased sound when his mouth meets her flesh. He's occupied, and she's worked to develop a slack on the length around her wrists. She just needs a few moments more.
But as distracted as he is, he's doing a fine enough job of distracting her from her own attentions, and as his mouth moves downward, her nipples start to become more pronounced in her anticipation, her body begging for his attention. It's difficult compartmentalizing when Gale is so devoted to keeping her in the present.
Progress is slow and gradual, with Gale taking his time so he doesn’t miss anything. He’s pressing down against her as he moves down, giving them both a little friction to benefit from, and his hands wander down, down, and further down, over her sides and hips and backside before going back up her thighs around her front, slowly inching closer to her center. His priority right now, however, is exploring her body with his mouth, and Gale is more than a little pleased to note the state of her breasts when he gets there, pulling one of her nipples gently between his teeth and rolling his tongue over it.
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But as she nibbles on his lip, parts her mouth to curl her tongue against his, she can't help but pull away briefly to murmur in his ear, "Lots of place you could put that mouth of yours now that I can't do anything to stop you."
Again a roll of her shoulders; if there's any loosening of the bright red rope, it's subtle and perhaps not noticed.
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But as distracted as he is, he's doing a fine enough job of distracting her from her own attentions, and as his mouth moves downward, her nipples start to become more pronounced in her anticipation, her body begging for his attention. It's difficult compartmentalizing when Gale is so devoted to keeping her in the present.
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