[ He's waiting for her, smoking in her window contemplatively. He turns his head when she comes in but doesn't say anything. He just puts his cigarette out and comes over to her, puts his arms around her waist, and kisses her. There's something decisive in the action, a sense of chosen finality. Then he just picks her up, twining his arms around her. He's taking her to bed, plucking her out of her clothes and kissing her until she's pink. He's going to show her: just how selfish she can be, how many times she can come before she's just putty.
Pulls her over him and back onto his mouth, presses his tongue deep while she cries out and tenses before he rolls her over. Lingers over her with fingers pressed between her legs, toying with the wet before he takes her, gathering her legs up around his hips and bowed deeply over her; shoulders to cling to and mouth to catch, throat to nip. Even heaving and sticky, he descends back down her body and presses his mouth between her legs. Licks and sucks until he's certain she's as loud as she's going to get, head tossed back into the sheets and hands curled tight.
And that's enough, for the moment; sweaty and heart fluttering. He extends his arm out to her, takes her in against his chest and shoulder with his cheek resting on her hair. Either of them may have fallen asleep for a little while. His voice is thick and drowsy when he finally murmurs to her, ]
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Pulls her over him and back onto his mouth, presses his tongue deep while she cries out and tenses before he rolls her over. Lingers over her with fingers pressed between her legs, toying with the wet before he takes her, gathering her legs up around his hips and bowed deeply over her; shoulders to cling to and mouth to catch, throat to nip. Even heaving and sticky, he descends back down her body and presses his mouth between her legs. Licks and sucks until he's certain she's as loud as she's going to get, head tossed back into the sheets and hands curled tight.
And that's enough, for the moment; sweaty and heart fluttering. He extends his arm out to her, takes her in against his chest and shoulder with his cheek resting on her hair. Either of them may have fallen asleep for a little while. His voice is thick and drowsy when he finally murmurs to her, ]
Met someone, from Tokyo. My Tokyo.