[Up in the air whether or not her urging drifts him over the edge faster, but the end result is the same. "Gentleness" is a passing fancy at this point; still present in Henry's rhythm, but certainly not in his enthusiasm. Hilting in fully on each stroke, as though her mouth is just a hole she's so kind enough to let him fuck, like her wiggling beneath him might provide him a different angle of friction each time he slides in.
She knows the signs by now. The tightening of his abdominal muscles, the way his nails practically dig into her skin, a sharp exhale of air and the halting of his hips... and, of course, how his cock stutters and twitches in her throat and along her tongue.
His heart is pounding in his head. Henry will simply spill down her throat, making no effort to pull out; no awareness other than the bliss of orgasm careening through his body.]
[ it is work, holding her coughing deep inside when he's taking up all that space. her shoulders shake once, very hard, because it hurts and her throat burns—but the rest? his weight, his blissful silence? she wants not to ruin that a second time.
don't give up. be better than everyone else. she holds his length in her tongue, swallowing and working painfully around it as he spills. so much heat directly down her throat... like a hot drink. breathing hard and muffled, Sprezzatura clings onto his thighs, her entire lower half writhing on the mattress. ]
But she does do better this time, and the fact that she'll do this at all for him is not a gesture so easily forgotten. The way her throat tugs around his length as it twitches inside of her is divine, adding to the waves of post-orgasm pleasure, and he isn't keen to pull away from that immediately; though he tells himself he should. For her sake, his beautiful tiefling who's trying so hard to make this perfect for him.
Blessedly, she doesn't have to endure it for terribly long. Henry crosses the threshold into oversensitiveness quickly, given how much they've already done today, and it's with one more rumbling gasp that he rises up on his knees (as much as her grip allows), and eases his hips back to drag himself out of her.
[ ahh. what's the point? she rolls over and begins to hack and cough, wetly, feeling her nose begin to run and her throat catch with the taste and viscosity of semen.
While she's busy coughing and hacking, Henry is left still sitting on his knees beside her, the sound of her recovery a stark contrast to the warm, almost-shivery way he feels.
He glances at her, at least, and offers uselessly-]
[ wipes her streaming eyes, still coughing. this is, and always will be, the most detestable way to end a lovely encounter. undignified and ripping them both out of the satisfaction of the afterglow. what is the point? it's only humiliating.
she lays her forehead on the bed and breathes. it is mostly silent, save for the wheeze. ]
[Inelegant as these moments might be, it doesn’t ruin the experience for Henry. Granted, he’s not the one coughing and wheezing, but it’s not like he feels embarrassment or thinks their intimacy has been indelibly dispelled.
Next time, he thinks, he’ll just… pull out. But that’s for future Henry to consider.
[ her cheeks all the hotter. that did not feel much better—maybe slightly less hacking. what will it take to be a woman who swallows his cock as it spills in her throat, to feel it tugging with every pulse, to hold him there until his shivering is done and then have him languidly pull out? surely she can be. or maybe she needs to fall back on regular blowjobs and never swallowing at all...
one more cough. she slumps and rolls her face to the side to look up at him. ]
[When she finally rolls over to look at him, he's flushed and fighting back a shiver, but smiling gently. A fondness there, still existing despite the messy way that this has ended. It's very much like Sprezzatura to hold herself to a standard that would make her ask if it felt nice, after all she's done.]
Sprezzatura...
[Hand still on her back, Henry lies down next to her, on his side. There's a laziness to his body language now.]
It's always nice with you. More than nice. You should know that by now.
[ it's just as she said: it will feel so good he cannot help but to want to drift off into sleep after. she swallows again, clears her throat again. the taste of him will linger.
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She knows the signs by now. The tightening of his abdominal muscles, the way his nails practically dig into her skin, a sharp exhale of air and the halting of his hips... and, of course, how his cock stutters and twitches in her throat and along her tongue.
His heart is pounding in his head. Henry will simply spill down her throat, making no effort to pull out; no awareness other than the bliss of orgasm careening through his body.]
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don't give up. be better than everyone else. she holds his length in her tongue, swallowing and working painfully around it as he spills. so much heat directly down her throat... like a hot drink. breathing hard and muffled, Sprezzatura clings onto his thighs, her entire lower half writhing on the mattress. ]
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But she does do better this time, and the fact that she'll do this at all for him is not a gesture so easily forgotten. The way her throat tugs around his length as it twitches inside of her is divine, adding to the waves of post-orgasm pleasure, and he isn't keen to pull away from that immediately; though he tells himself he should. For her sake, his beautiful tiefling who's trying so hard to make this perfect for him.
Blessedly, she doesn't have to endure it for terribly long. Henry crosses the threshold into oversensitiveness quickly, given how much they've already done today, and it's with one more rumbling gasp that he rises up on his knees (as much as her grip allows), and eases his hips back to drag himself out of her.
breathe girl!!]
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gack. ]
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While she's busy coughing and hacking, Henry is left still sitting on his knees beside her, the sound of her recovery a stark contrast to the warm, almost-shivery way he feels.
He glances at her, at least, and offers uselessly-]
Are you okay?
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she lays her forehead on the bed and breathes. it is mostly silent, save for the wheeze. ]
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Next time, he thinks, he’ll just… pull out. But that’s for future Henry to consider.
Hand on her back, rubbing little circles.]
Better than last time, still.
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[ her cheeks all the hotter. that did not feel much better—maybe slightly less hacking. what will it take to be a woman who swallows his cock as it spills in her throat, to feel it tugging with every pulse, to hold him there until his shivering is done and then have him languidly pull out? surely she can be. or maybe she needs to fall back on regular blowjobs and never swallowing at all...
one more cough. she slumps and rolls her face to the side to look up at him. ]
It is feeling nice?
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Sprezzatura...
[Hand still on her back, Henry lies down next to her, on his side. There's a laziness to his body language now.]
It's always nice with you. More than nice. You should know that by now.
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even so... she's satisfied. ]
Good. Go to sleep, lapochka.
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And you?
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Okay. Good.
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and whispers, ] I love you.
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Easily, softly, and without any hesitation at all-] I love you, too.