[ The tension of it all is almost unbearable. He can't feel the spasms of warmth around his fingers nor the slickness of her body but Rhys can taste it, hear it, the wet noises his fingers make when they fuck up into her despite the trembling of his thighs or the shortness of her breath. Her nails dig into his skin and all Rhys wants to do his arch his neck bury his face in her forever.
So he does, pressing his tongue hard against her clit even though it aches from holding it firm and still for so long. Even though his face is sticky now from her body, how he can't smell anything but Dutch and Rhys could swear this is the closest he's ever been to that bizarre phenomenon of cumming without being touched.
He doesn't, but it feels like he could, almost. If there was just that little bit more.
Rhys moans into her folds and licks her hard, dragging the expanse of his tongue over her as he shoves his fingers deep. ]
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So he does, pressing his tongue hard against her clit even though it aches from holding it firm and still for so long. Even though his face is sticky now from her body, how he can't smell anything but Dutch and Rhys could swear this is the closest he's ever been to that bizarre phenomenon of cumming without being touched.
He doesn't, but it feels like he could, almost. If there was just that little bit more.
Rhys moans into her folds and licks her hard, dragging the expanse of his tongue over her as he shoves his fingers deep. ]