( there's a certain amount of pride, however softened it may be, that comes with the knowledge that it's nothing more than her hand, his eyes alit with hers that brings him to that shattering end. the way he trembles, how he can't help but to find purchase of the first bit of her he can get his hands on, the way he calls her name, like it's all he could manage to make sense of on too thick a tongue.
she could've easily slipped down to eliminate any mess with her mouth, but there was no finding it within herself to pull back from the way he looked at her, like the only bit of foundation he could find as the rest of him was torn through those violent waves of pleasure. and she'll be that for him, own lips fallen to a petite gape and hovering still just against his own, following every jerk of his hips and quiver of his frame, working her hand with a consistency she knows would ring every last bit of that orgasm through him.
it's only once she's knows he's coming down, once the weight of him sinks beneath in opposition to the arch it'd found upon it's release that she gradually slows, knows better than to overstimulate, and a smile sighs itself fully across the breadth of her mouth. she's biting into lower lip, bashfulness not something a lightwood often wore, but it wouldn't be the first time he's surprised her.
a sweet, brief kiss to his lips, willing him to come back to her, to find a means of calm by way of her presence alone. )
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she could've easily slipped down to eliminate any mess with her mouth, but there was no finding it within herself to pull back from the way he looked at her, like the only bit of foundation he could find as the rest of him was torn through those violent waves of pleasure. and she'll be that for him, own lips fallen to a petite gape and hovering still just against his own, following every jerk of his hips and quiver of his frame, working her hand with a consistency she knows would ring every last bit of that orgasm through him.
it's only once she's knows he's coming down, once the weight of him sinks beneath in opposition to the arch it'd found upon it's release that she gradually slows, knows better than to overstimulate, and a smile sighs itself fully across the breadth of her mouth. she's biting into lower lip, bashfulness not something a lightwood often wore, but it wouldn't be the first time he's surprised her.
a sweet, brief kiss to his lips, willing him to come back to her, to find a means of calm by way of her presence alone. )