Kid knows the very moment when he has you perfectly balanced between intense lust and physical comfort, the middle zone he strives for when things between you simmer down into something steamy and slow. Lights down low, the gentle rocking of the ship setting the pace for the night, he’s an attentive lover.
Mindful of his teeth, he laps soft licks and swirls at your core, for once avoiding the places he knows will tease and edge you the most. This time, he would resist the selfish desire to see you writhe, instead pushing for something deeper and more substantial.
Your fingers are buried deeply in his red locks, gently guiding him where you want his mouth most, an aspect of control he rarely allows you. His handed shoulder keep your thighs open to give him access, the tips of his fingers smoothly caressing down the skin of your leg. He can’t help but marvel at how warm and soft you are, a fact he often misses when things are much rougher.
So familiar with the many sounds of pleasure you emit–from the sharp gasps of pain when he takes you without preparation, to the whining groans that indicate your impatience to his teasing–Kid attunes his ears to every hitch and catch of your breath, listening for that specific tone-
There. Your slow, deep hums of simmering desire changes to breathy groans, and he hears your head fall back to the bed, unable to keep it lifted to watch him take you with his mouth any longer. Your body practically becomes boneless, your legs widening just a bit further to allow him better access, fingers tightening just a fraction more.
It would be so easy to catch you off guard, to plunge his fingers deep into your awaiting pussy, hiking your pleasure up an insurmountable degree in such a short amount of time. But he doesn’t. Pushing aside his lecherous instincts, he continues his slow, exploratory pace. No rushing. No impatience.
It’s only when he’s in the moment, enjoying the taste of you against his tongue, taking his time to truly feel your body and give you everything you need that he admits that this slow, sweet affection isn’t all that terrible. And if it meant the tears that you’d shed prior stopped and dried and you found forgiveness for the brutish behavior that had caused them, he didn’t mind the change of pace one bit.
To feel you come undone one slow lick and plunge of his tongue at a time…that in of itself has a special appeal over rushing blindly for a hasty climax. For now, he could tell himself that there was merit to ‘lovemaking,’ if that’s even what this was, but it was a thought he’d keep to himself.
Only after countless minutes of slow build up do you cum, shaking and shuddering as the waves of pleasure wash over you. Kid doesn’t stop until the fingers in his hair tighten painfully and your legs instinctively try to close against the overstimulation.
He lets you taste yourself on his lips when he kisses you, and the way you lovingly reciprocate, humming your appreciation and satisfaction into his mouth, makes it that much more worth the effort and patience.
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