@f4wnrot continued from here.
her entire body is alight with the thrill of him straddling her chest, his girth just mere inches from her lips — so close that she can almost taste him. the sight of him makes her mouth water and after just one kiss she doesn’t hesitate to draw him between her lips, humming her contentment against him. that deep rasp of her name may just be the most gorgeous song that she’s ever heard. at the sound of it her eyes meet his again. she finds herself transfixed on his gaze as she takes more of him into her mouth, and as her fingers curl around the base of his cock to stroke him, her free hand finds his ass in an attempt to draw him even closer.
nesta wouldn’t even mind if he wasn’t touching her. but blissfully, he is. the steady rhythm of his fingers draws yet another moan from her and she can’t keep herself from grinding against his hand. she wants to take all of him ( always has ) and in more ways than one she’s thankful that her mouth is otherwise occupied by him. she might just be drunk enough to spill how often she’s woken up from dreams like this only to touch herself - never quite admitting to herself that he was the one she’d been dreaming of all along. her tongue teases the underside of his cock, as if to say as much for her, and she quickly finds that she can’t take her eyes off his features. nesta spreads her legs a little wider, hips lifting to meet his thrusting fingers, and despite herself ( her desire to watch his every move ) her eyes roll to the back of her head.
