-- glistening frame, fingers lazily stroking my cock where it throbs painfully, sorely neglected from all of this. Even now, as Pansy. lays beneath me, she's something remarkable. In part, I'm ::blindsided:: by how willing I am to take my time and cater --

-- to her whims. Otherwise? There's this voice inside, one I keep hidden and guarded, just like much of myself. "Finally," it utters. "Finally, finally, finally!" Unknown to most, I have to agree with it.

Watching Pansy. with an intensely studious expression, I internally memorize the way she slowly comes back to herself; coming down from a high and working energy back into her muscles and bones. Lips slipping sideways and etching up into a crooked smirk, I don't --

-- budge when she starts nudging at me.. at first. It's the wrecked and determined sound of her voice that makes my eyes pitch and my chest rumble. I could have/would have/was perfectly content jerking myself off atop Pansy.. The idea of her exploring and --

-- gaining her own sort of knowledge with me though, is all the more tantalizing. Leaning down but once, it's to lick a stripe up her neck, before tucking and rolling off of her. Landing on my back beside Pansy., I haven't lost my high or desire for release. It's an --

-- an uncanny sort of patience that I find myself practicing with Pansy.. One that should frighten me, but doesn't. If anything, it intrigues me that she invokes that sort of behavior. It's something I'll question when I'm on my own and left to my thoughts. --

-- Crossing my arms behind my head and leaving my dick alone, I look to the side at Pansy. and perk a brow. Unlike before, I haven't moved her or directed her. I haven't given a single command, and that's truly something. I'm interested to see what she intends to --

-- do. We already know that's more than talented with her mouth, and if that's how she chooses to let it be my turn, rest assured, there won't be a single complaint from me. Only a few would look a gift in the face and complain that it's not enough, especially one that's --

-- seemingly an entire package like Pansy. keeps proving she can be/will be/is.

Watching Pansy. and her every move, my eyes don't make to stray even when she seems to have had enough of her own taunting to straddle me. Don't get me wrong, watching #Pansy explore her own self and the expressions as she find this or that part of her --

-- sensitive, was fulfilling in and of itself. But to see the confidence in her eyes and feel it in the way she'd gripped and kept the grip while moving? That much better. Worrying my lips and letting one of my hands free from the fold behind my head, I let those fingers --

-- comb her hair back. It's enough of a guide that when Pansy Parkinson. sinks, those fingers slip to a settle over the back of her head. I promised to be patient, that doesn't mean I'm all that great at being ::gentle::. Especially not when I'd already been on the edge --

-- and Pansy.'s mouth is oh-so perfect. I'd already told her before, and I have no problem praising it again by tipping my head back and expelling a softer sounding moan when she stretches her lips perfectly. Applying pressure to my hand, it's not entirely --

-- involuntary when my hips lift and and press my length further. "You're gonna be the f'ckin death a'me, Pansy., swear t'fucking Merlin." Voice slurring with the sheer desire, I let my breath exhale in a long, low sound.

"Precisely why you'll be the death'a me, Love." Still rasped, still a partial slur, I've settled like Pansy. commanded, even if only for a moment. She's this good with her mouth, I can't imagine how quick her learning curve will be otherwise-- and how she'll --

-- be prideful of it enough to try and kill me with it. Moving with Pansy., the actions are ::subtle:: because she wanted me to stay still. Subtle as they may be, though, I can't stop entirely. Hands behind my head, eyes continue to be cast down, watching -'

-- Pansy. and each time I disappear in her mouth. Trust me when I say that she doesn't have to work forever to get anything from me. I'd already been hard, halfway there, before she even got on me. Groaning, the sound comes out in a near growl from the --

-- rumble of my chest, teeth pressed tightly. Hips shifting sharply once, I slur a wear for it and praise Pansy.'s name without shame or abandon. I know she'd cautioned of her parents when I first arrived, but I can't be assed to care. Seizing and balls --

-- taut, Pansy. gets a look and a quickly hasted phrase to choose what she wants. She gets about three seconds to decide, or I will happily spill down her throat.

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