[ The first time he ever went down on her she'd screamed, even hid her face behind her hands out of embarrassment from how one little thing, one drag of his tongue drove her so absolutely crazy and--
This time isn't too different.
Because she's waiting on baited breath as he leaves a trail of kisses down her body, her face blushing a deeper and deeper pink as he gets lower and lower and as his hands are firm and pressing on her ass-- and that breath is released in another long, drawn out, shaking groan when she feels his tongue move slick along her folds. Her head angles back, hair dragging along the wall of the shower, and she slumps down a bit, nearly slipping if not for Shiro's support, and her eyes slip shut at the sensation as her hand grabs blindly at his head, fingers in his hair. And then she looks down, and, god, she's got to pull the white of his hair back away from his face so she can see him on his knees, watch him, watch his tongue on her; the sight in itself is liable enough to drive a girl mad. ]
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This time isn't too different.
Because she's waiting on baited breath as he leaves a trail of kisses down her body, her face blushing a deeper and deeper pink as he gets lower and lower and as his hands are firm and pressing on her ass-- and that breath is released in another long, drawn out, shaking groan when she feels his tongue move slick along her folds. Her head angles back, hair dragging along the wall of the shower, and she slumps down a bit, nearly slipping if not for Shiro's support, and her eyes slip shut at the sensation as her hand grabs blindly at his head, fingers in his hair. And then she looks down, and, god, she's got to pull the white of his hair back away from his face so she can see him on his knees, watch him, watch his tongue on her; the sight in itself is liable enough to drive a girl mad. ]