[This brings up memories for him, too--surreptitious office visits that were less than professional, stolen moments and shushing each other behind a closed door while trying not to laugh. He was a different person, then, and it seems an entire lifetime away. In many respects, it was, and though it hadn't all been bad, it wasn't all good, either. He'd been too hung up on his job, too worried about what might happen if they ever got caught, too busy to give Angela (or anyone, really) the time and attention she (they, everyone) really deserved.
He'd paid for that in many ways, some worse than others.
So he's glad for this second chance, even if this is as far from getting it right as possible, holed up in this abandoned building under a time limit as they are. It's almost laughable to draw parallels, but he supposes that laughing about it is all he can do. The alternative hurts too much.
He'll focus on what's right in front of him instead, relishing the feel of her hands in his hair and his tongue against her, circling and flicking her clit with an increasing relentlessness. He can feel the way she tries to pitch her hips against him, and he holds her firmly in place, not wanting it to be over too soon, and he'll vary the movements of his mouth to drag things out as long as he can.
When he's sure she's got the hint, he slides a hand back between her legs to spread her open, licking broad lines all around her folds and craning his neck to dip his tongue inside her. His fingers follow not long after--one to start, and then another when he thinks she can take it.]
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He'd paid for that in many ways, some worse than others.
So he's glad for this second chance, even if this is as far from getting it right as possible, holed up in this abandoned building under a time limit as they are. It's almost laughable to draw parallels, but he supposes that laughing about it is all he can do. The alternative hurts too much.
He'll focus on what's right in front of him instead, relishing the feel of her hands in his hair and his tongue against her, circling and flicking her clit with an increasing relentlessness. He can feel the way she tries to pitch her hips against him, and he holds her firmly in place, not wanting it to be over too soon, and he'll vary the movements of his mouth to drag things out as long as he can.
When he's sure she's got the hint, he slides a hand back between her legs to spread her open, licking broad lines all around her folds and craning his neck to dip his tongue inside her. His fingers follow not long after--one to start, and then another when he thinks she can take it.]