[ He keeps his eyes open even as his mouth works. Memorizing her responses -- a bright neotic snapshot for moments (there will always be moments -- he's Karl and she's Diva and their affections and moods are never static) -- when she'll wrench herself apart from him. Punishing him with her distance. Except that cruel tantalization is what chains him so securely to her. ]
[ Keeps him begging for more. ]
[ His gaze darkens, tracking the path of her hand. His own slips up to echo her route, soaking up her heat and softness, worrying the springy nipple under his own fingers before pinching softly. Meanwhile he swirls his tongue around that flushed bundle of nerves between her thighs, languid, hungry, before slipping lower, his mouth pressing tight to her, cool and slicked. Focused, intensely, on the sound of her voice -- drinking in her every sound and breath to restructure his actions anew. ]
Action;
[ Keeps him begging for more. ]
[ His gaze darkens, tracking the path of her hand. His own slips up to echo her route, soaking up her heat and softness, worrying the springy nipple under his own fingers before pinching softly. Meanwhile he swirls his tongue around that flushed bundle of nerves between her thighs, languid, hungry, before slipping lower, his mouth pressing tight to her, cool and slicked. Focused, intensely, on the sound of her voice -- drinking in her every sound and breath to restructure his actions anew. ]