She likes touching him, to be able to bring him pleasure like he does for her. And oh, he knows just where to touch to get her going but this is certainly about him. Fingers stroke up and down his length, a steady pumping as she nips and sucks against the skin of his throat, teeth biting down upon flesh. His pulse hammers against his throat and she can't help but run the tip of her tongue over it with a hum. Lifting her head from his throat, opposite hand comes up to grip his jaw, thumb tracing slowly over his mouth as hooded gaze meets her own.
" - I love touchin' you. Givin' ya pleasure makes me happy." And gods it truly did. His hands were on her, his fingers buried between her thighs and her breath stutters in her chest but she can't hope to focus on it too much. Not with his shaft throbbing in her palm as she strokes him while simultaneously riding his fingers. Lashes drift low over her gaze, flush of red to her cheeks as chest rises and falls with her breathing, thighs clenching, " - Mm...h-heh...that, oh...yes...damnit.." Sabria bites her lips, thumb slipping past his lips to press into his tongue, "- Such a good boy...you gonna cum for me?"
Intoxication wrapping neatly in a tight package surrounding their forms. A mix of bodily sweat and fluids a full reminder to the throws of the pleasure. Mind entirely blanking from second they clash together. Situation the wolf finds himself in? Unlike anything yet between their sexual appetites. Her intense fixation on wrangling him, rattling him down to the very core as she held herself entirely over him. Difficult for him to give up his lead, but caught so off guard, Jitsuki yet to find the proper foot hold to take over this arrangement. Laying completely bare before her, muscles quivering and tensing up. Breathing labored and eyes glossed over with a sheen of moisture.
Maw hangs open a tad with each escape of air, softly releasing a low moan mixed into pants. Glisten of canines in the lighting, yet with her attention to his neck, a sight unbeknownst to Sabria yet. Tilts chin ever so slightly the second digits curl around the edge of jaw, permit of thumb to graze across thin lips. Twitch of hips in the process as entire length of member throbs within the warmth of her hand. Almost completely allowing himself to fall beneath her mercy.
A clawing grip takes its place in the back of his mind not to hand himself over so readily. Jitsuki’s deep amber irises lay beneath dark of thick lashes, rumble of moans transition into heated growls. Aroma of her tugging him in by the rope until to fall deep into the blackness of ecstasy. He needs the rabbit, and by god will he get her all for himself. Thrust of hips into each pumping stroke of palm to underside in which at the moment he shoves two fingers up deeper inside her vagina. A ginger scrape of nails along the smooth, quivering innards completely dampened by her natural lubrication.
He needs to do something with his mouth... That fixation takes its root in the pit of his mouth as allowing vocals to burst forth no longer enough. Eyes lock, stares unwilling to break away from one another. Temptation to encircle lips about her finger growing to point about ready to snap out. A feral beast shaking in its cage about ready to rip the metal bars apart to break free. Pressure to pads deep within her, momentary pause to spread fingers apart from the inside, giving her inner shaft a stretch. Brief bought of laughter racking frame in a huffing fit. “I wouldn’t want to have it any other way, my dear.”
Though Sabria’s pleasure matters as much to him. Thus, if she enjoys it, certainly he can pitch it in a little bit. Other palm pushes up between their bodies to cup around the shape of her breast, to massage it between fingers in rhythm with their movements, purposely avoiding her nipple all together in the process. To simply catch her off guard when fingers pinch together, popping out the red bud from between. He’s heated, he’s bothered, and by god does he feel that lecherous desire for more.
To pull her in closer or shove her down beneath him. To grip the hilt of his shaft and thrust the glans between her labia into the heated depths of her vagina. To properly mate with this rabbit and leave the scent of her hunter all over her body. Her to become his as him to become hers. Clearly, Sabria harbors other plans. Shove of finger between lips as tongue presses down into the bottom of his mouth. Jaw parting to hang open in the process as hot breaths billow into the surrounding air. Sight of elongated canines a reminder to what this man may be capable of doing, yet held down before her. The craze all but eminent in the depths of those wild eyes, pupils constricted into slits.
Drool seeps out the corner of lips while thighs shake in tension beneath her wrath. Heart pounds wildly against ribcage enough so that Jitsuki felt certain she may hear it at present. Body in motion of rock to stimulate the sensation of her riding him, just on his fingers, while her hands continue their stimulation of highly sensitive skin, pulsing with the blood that rushed through his entire body. No way to hold back the gruff growl his body releases deep from within chest. To hold down the predator as the prey takes their claim, a dangerous game which she chose to play.
Mouth at last closes up around her finger, teeth adding force against skin being held firmly by the bone beneath it. Glide of tongue along the underside to pull out from beneath the digit, curling around to pull into the depths of mouth. To suck on the finger, hips continuing to pump into her hand while balls hanging between legs pull up closer in toward his center, even for the excess of heat to radiate off his very form. Eyelids flicker closed over eyes, heavy in the throws. Solely imagines the very core sensation of nestling his length within her body.
Pull of digits out to the tips from within her own form before thrusting straight back up in by the rocking of her hips. A pick up in the very motion of the slow grind presented for the majority of the sexual act. Does Jitsuki feel like a good boy? Damn right he does, as the praise sink deeper and deeper in the darkness of his conscious. A sinking feeling sending shivers up the length of spinal chord until bursting like fireworks. Loosen of grip upon her finger as upper torso gradually leans backward. “F... fu -- uck, Sabria..! R -- Ria..!” Entire length of dick convulsing in her very grasp, incapable of holding back any longer.
Still about as rewarding as intercourse, but certain this no way to be enough for him. A white engulfing his vision behind closed eyelids as head hung back. Tighten of the testes at last causes the pressure within shaft to burst forth. First shot of his seed spilling out to hit chest before pulsating in gush between both of their bodies. Fingers once more rubbing in a hit deep in her vagina, holding out until the end.
