girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[Those words are a very clear demand instead of a simple request, and it's the command contained within them that has him obeying, that has his eyes sliding open, normally bright and clear now hazy and darkened with the fog of lust. They fall onto her, watch as she swallows him down, as his own hips rise to meet her and his cock twitches at the sight, muscles coiling so tightly it feels as though they might snap.

And they do, in the span of one heartbeat to the next they snap, break apart and he's shattering, falling apart for her as his back arches, forcing himself into the tight, wet heat of her mouth. Her name falls from his lips, along with praises about how amazing she feels, about how good she looks with his cock in her mouth.

But his eyes never leave her, never stray from her face as thick ropes of cum burst forward, intent on watching her suck him dry.]

[His climax hits him and it's not like it's practice that allows her to swallow it without choking or gagging but a supreme amount of self-control. Granted, it's also practice, and he can judge for himself whether he wants to think that about her, but she doesn't stop until he's done and even then, she only slows her movements. She doesn't stop until he's done with all the tiny spasms that come after and she cleans him beautifully, the tip of her tongue tracing the underside of his cock one last time before she strokes it and looks at him.

Eyes dark, Felicity's so aroused by the fact that he let her tie him down (not tightly) with his own ties (his ties), that she's about to come herself. Letting go of him, she drags her fingernails over the sensitive skin near his inner thigh and can't help the immense look of pride on her face.]

You did so good.

[Not pulling out of her loose knots? Not complaining too loudly about the ties? Coming when she'd said? It's hard to say but she is obviously enjoying herself.]

[He can't actually remember the last time he had come like that. Had he ever come like that? Had anyone else ever aroused him so incredibly and then sucked him completely dry? Every muscle in his body feels weak and heavy, every nerve ending still sparking with pleasure, heart beating a rapid rhythm within his chest and his mind still clouded with lust and desire.]

Come here.

[A command, despite the very distinct fact that he's the one who's currently tied down (loosely) with his own ties (his expensive ties that he hadn't even put up that much of a fight in sacrificing. He can see the ways her skin is flushed with arousal, knows how wet and ready she is. All it would probably take is a few slow strokes of his tongue before she was coming.

But he wants her to sit on his face when it happens.]

[He issues his demand and she obeys immediately, not simply because she knows that what he's going to do is going to be worth her while but because it's in moments like these, she enjoys letting him take control. Even though he's tied down in theory, she knows it would take nothing for him to pull loose and take what he wants. Instead, he makes his demands and expects that she'll do as he says willingly.

Of course she will. It's always so good when she does and this will be no different, following the direction until she realizes just what he means.

It arouses her more and she can feel herself get even wetter, her heart pounding at she braces herself against the wall with one hand, settling over his mouth with the other. There's very little chance she'll do him damage at this angle, but the knowledge of what it must look like turns her on beyond belief.]

[There's absolutely no hesitation in the way she obeys his order, giving in so easily, so willingly. It would take nothing to break the loosely tied bonds which barely held him, to grab her hips and draw her upwards, to simply take what he wanted. But there was something about giving her the option to refuse and having her follow through anyway.

Everything about her was entirely, completely perfect, and each and every time he was with her like this he found himself falling just a little deeper, the love he held for her growing just a little more.

Even if she would do damage, it would so utterly worth it that he wouldn't even care. She angles herself above him, and all he has to do is cant his head backward to tease her, to blow a puff of warm breath over her dripping wet heat. All he has to do is lift his head slightly to brush his tongue over her, tasting her slowly, as if he's savoring it.]

[That soft, hot breath against her body makes her weak and she leans heavily on the hand she has braced against the wall. She whimpers his name again, a quiet plea for him to continue what he's promising without words, knowing full well that he's going to make her press down against his lips and knowing just as well that she'll do just that in order to get the relief she so desperately craves.

His tongue comes next and she gasps this time, the sound loud in the quiet of the room they're in. Felicity sighs her exhale, moaning quietly in her next breath, before lowering herself against his face, ensuring that he's able to breath around her sex. She moves once, her core open across his chin, lips, and nose, then murmurs his name.]

Ezio.

[She wants all of this, to ride him to her own finish, knowing that he has the ability to pull himself free but wants this as much as she does. Wants her.]

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