03.Jan.21, 09:13 PM
The growl and the feel of his hands were almost as thrilling as the promise of new gifts. Even if the man refused to marry her she still had these tokens of his affection. The possessive and rough handling also helped to reinforce just how much he wanted her, how much she belonged to him. Esille let out the smallest gasp as she was pushed from his lap, quickly moving to her knees as commanded. She watched him, studying those dark eyes with all of their dangerously glimmering lust, and smiled at his latest demand as her own eyes began to soften with eager affection.
At first she took a moment to hungrily eye his erection; she wasn't about to say no, the thought had never occurred to her, but sometimes she did enjoy a bit of a teasing delay. At his urging she finally leaned forward, taking the length of him eagerly in her mouth, lips tightly wrapping around it as she let out a soft moan. This wasn't about her, it was all about Pendalier, and she took her time to properly worship the man with every caress and slide of her tongue as she began to bob along along his length. She wasn't too worried about the pace she set, he would let her know in his own direct fashion if he wanted more.
Esille's eyes flickered up to watch her lover's face, focusing on those dark eyes and all of the tantalizing danger they could hide. She squirmed, her own desires flaring up and aching for his touch. She rested her hands delicately on his legs to avoid the temptation of tending to herself as she stayed focused on her lover. Pendalier would take care of her, she trusted that, so for now she just focused on taking care of him.
At first she took a moment to hungrily eye his erection; she wasn't about to say no, the thought had never occurred to her, but sometimes she did enjoy a bit of a teasing delay. At his urging she finally leaned forward, taking the length of him eagerly in her mouth, lips tightly wrapping around it as she let out a soft moan. This wasn't about her, it was all about Pendalier, and she took her time to properly worship the man with every caress and slide of her tongue as she began to bob along along his length. She wasn't too worried about the pace she set, he would let her know in his own direct fashion if he wanted more.
Esille's eyes flickered up to watch her lover's face, focusing on those dark eyes and all of the tantalizing danger they could hide. She squirmed, her own desires flaring up and aching for his touch. She rested her hands delicately on his legs to avoid the temptation of tending to herself as she stayed focused on her lover. Pendalier would take care of her, she trusted that, so for now she just focused on taking care of him.