God, you're such a tease, [ groaned out as her body goes flat against the bed again, head rolling back to expose the column of her throat to the air above. it's not a complaint, not even slightly, but just the truth of the matter. when she's begging him to touch her, his mouth gently teasing the softest sensations is not the immediate satisfaction she's begging for.
this is not bad, though. it's — well. marcos has always been incredible, as if his superpower was knowing exactly what and how and when to touch in order to pull exactly the kind of reactions he wanted from her, and this is no exception. with each pass of his tongue, daisy's breaths grow shallower, exhales harder out her mouth as she strains not to wriggle under his light touch, her hands splaying out over the sheets to grab at them every so often in an attempt to avoid reaching down and tugging at his head.
she wants more, but she doesn't want him to stop what he's doing either. a torturous, teasing, enjoyable experience. ]
Has it been so long that you've forgotten that? [ he could be an absolute tease when he wants to be. sometimes, he'd just wanted to prolong their time together and teasing her until he eventually let her get off was one way to do that. and she'd never complained especially when she'd figured out what she was doing and why he was doing it.
ands he doesn't seem to be too against what he's doing now. yes, she's calling him names but that's par for the course. she was a frequent name caller (in jest) when they'd been together before so he has no reason to think it's changed.
still, he's not going to be a tease forever. in fact, he nudges her legs a little further apart to give himself more room and then drops a kiss against her stomach before dropping lower again. this time, when he licks her, it's not her thighs, it's where she'd probably been hoping he'd start in the first place.
A day is too long, [ retorted back in a brief moment of pause, though she regrets the tease as soon as his mouth touches back down. this time, it's a slow trickle of electricity up her spine, a shiver of delight as his tongue flattens against her, warm and encouraging and practiced. he knows exactly what he's doing, and she knows it. ]
I — god, I can't think when you do this.
[ which is probably the point. it had been a particular favorite pastime of his, a way to gently bring her from stress and tension and frustration down to somewhere much more relaxed; she'd lay here and let him touch her with his hands and his mouth until she was unable to think about anything but the sensation of his skin on hers, and everything she wanted that came with it.
she has a feeling he's going to drag it out tonight as well... and somehow, she can't really find it in herself to be mad about it. ]
Do you need to think right now? [ there's a bit of a respite but he can't resist that quip. he's pretty sure they did all their thinking and fighting and arguing earlier when he'd first showed up. there were agreements now, both spoken and unspoken, about what would come next so he doesn't think she needs to use her brain anymore. ]
Because I can stop. [ he wasn't going to stop. he was already lowering his head, moving back and resuming the ministrations with his tongue and lips that he'd been doing before she'd made her comment that just had to be responded to.
guess she wasn't going to be thinking much more tonight. ]
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this is not bad, though. it's — well. marcos has always been incredible, as if his superpower was knowing exactly what and how and when to touch in order to pull exactly the kind of reactions he wanted from her, and this is no exception. with each pass of his tongue, daisy's breaths grow shallower, exhales harder out her mouth as she strains not to wriggle under his light touch, her hands splaying out over the sheets to grab at them every so often in an attempt to avoid reaching down and tugging at his head.
she wants more, but she doesn't want him to stop what he's doing either. a torturous, teasing, enjoyable experience. ]
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ands he doesn't seem to be too against what he's doing now. yes, she's calling him names but that's par for the course. she was a frequent name caller (in jest) when they'd been together before so he has no reason to think it's changed.
still, he's not going to be a tease forever. in fact, he nudges her legs a little further apart to give himself more room and then drops a kiss against her stomach before dropping lower again. this time, when he licks her, it's not her thighs, it's where she'd probably been hoping he'd start in the first place.
see, he'd gotten there. ]
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I — god, I can't think when you do this.
[ which is probably the point. it had been a particular favorite pastime of his, a way to gently bring her from stress and tension and frustration down to somewhere much more relaxed; she'd lay here and let him touch her with his hands and his mouth until she was unable to think about anything but the sensation of his skin on hers, and everything she wanted that came with it.
she has a feeling he's going to drag it out tonight as well... and somehow, she can't really find it in herself to be mad about it. ]
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Because I can stop. [ he wasn't going to stop. he was already lowering his head, moving back and resuming the ministrations with his tongue and lips that he'd been doing before she'd made her comment that just had to be responded to.
guess she wasn't going to be thinking much more tonight. ]