[ Those fangs appear again as he grins at her responsiveness and at the feeling of control, of vulnerability willingly shared. It's as delicious and instantly addictive as the mineral and marine taste of her on his lips and tongue, filling his senses with possibilities.
He wants to see it again, immediately, but just as much wants to stretch this out as long as they can together, lazy and gentle and comfortable in the soft morning sunshine, with the distant sounds of Frank moving around downstairs to keep things on the edge of becoming urgent. Such difficult choices.
Still, he keeps her answer in mind, humming thoughtfully as he rubs his cheek against her thigh then dips his head back down to taste her again, replacing his thumb with the sweep of his tongue and sucking at her, gently, letting her remember those sharp teeth so close to her now, as he slips back into her, deeper this time, beginning a slow and easy rhythm. ]
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He wants to see it again, immediately, but just as much wants to stretch this out as long as they can together, lazy and gentle and comfortable in the soft morning sunshine, with the distant sounds of Frank moving around downstairs to keep things on the edge of becoming urgent. Such difficult choices.
Still, he keeps her answer in mind, humming thoughtfully as he rubs his cheek against her thigh then dips his head back down to taste her again, replacing his thumb with the sweep of his tongue and sucking at her, gently, letting her remember those sharp teeth so close to her now, as he slips back into her, deeper this time, beginning a slow and easy rhythm. ]