[Control was almost a given for Isaac in many things. Those things were painful, and could mean the death of others. That was nothing like this. It didn’t involve the silken rough brush of long fingers stroking over flesh that throbbed with every pass. That was nothing about the heat of her breath brushing over sensitive skin, making his cock jerk in her hold. Control was one things. Surviving without losing himself over the wet heat of her tongue caressing delicate glans, leaving him panting so that every exhale was a soft whine, every inhale a rumbling groan.
The shhh only stopped his words, not those tiny, desperate sounds of desperation as his fist loosened, fingers splaying over her skull, fingers lightly scratching against her scalp.
His hips roll, pushing up slightly to feel more of her tongue on him, to fuck himself against the grip of her hand with a moan.]
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The shhh only stopped his words, not those tiny, desperate sounds of desperation as his fist loosened, fingers splaying over her skull, fingers lightly scratching against her scalp.
His hips roll, pushing up slightly to feel more of her tongue on him, to fuck himself against the grip of her hand with a moan.]