She hummed at that trail of kisses, the briefest press of teeth, fingers still petting through his hair, encouragement as much as anything, though she hadn't missed how it had made him short-circuit for a brief moment, just filing the reaction away for later, something to use to her advantage if she needed to.
For the moment, however, her voice dipped, gone warm and pleased even as she replied: "Of course it is, you know what you do to me, babe." She knew they were probably both going to laugh about that later, but it seemed like the right thing to say at the moment, and while she couldn't feel his mouth on the toy as if it were the real thing, she could definitely feel the vibrator she'd tucked into the inside of the harness, a just enough of a hum that it wouldn't do much more than get her worked up while they played, but not so much that he'd be able to feel the reverberations of it.
Her smile spread again as he started in earnest, fingers curling against the nape of his neck, not to control the movement but just as a sort of stability and reassurance, "Oh that's the way, good boy."
He wanted to touch her too in places where she could feel it for real to and while Peter's mouth worked his hands wandered. Until she told him to stop, he was going to caress her hips, mover his hand up her leg and behind the thigh. Or slide it over the curve of her perfect ass to give it a squeeze before his fingers played with the elastic of her panties.
Good boy, Alanna purred and the casual ownership implied in the term made the corner of Peter's lips turn upwards. They might laugh about some things later, no doubt, but he still took pride in the affirmation anyways. Just like Alanna taking hold of his hair, it was this sort of displays that made Peter weak in the knees.
Eyes closed, he bobbed his head a little before taking the dildo into his mouth, the too-smooth ceramic surface warming up against his tongue and wetness dribbling down his chin. It was mostly a visual thing for Alanna, so he was trying to make look as good as it was supposed to feel.
They were most definitely going to laugh about this one later, probably just because of how long it had taken between the initial demand and the actual follow-through, but she was fairly certain they were going to make up for that time span.
She tutted softly, the hand at his nape sliding around to cradle his chin, thumb brushing against the corner of his mouth, "Hey now, don't make a mess." She didn't mind the roaming hands at all, but if they meant he was going to lose concentration on what he was actually doing, she'd have to figure something else out.
For the moment, however, she pressed upwards just a little with that hand under his chin, "Eyes on me, darling. Let me see what that tongue can do." She was definitely enjoying the show as it was, but was curious to see how well he would do with a little more direction, since she was starting to suspect it was the kind of thing he liked but didn't entirely know how to ask for.
Peter was a firm believer that if you couldn't laugh with your partner in bed, then something was not quite right. It was one of those things that shown real trust.
Big, green eyes blinked up at her before going half-lidded. And Peter didn’t give it any more thought, his hands sliding over her legs towards the front and simply resting on her side, following her command. He could tease and jokingly challenge Alanna any other time but now, in this position, he founds oddly add ease. The warm hand under his chin is all he needed to agree, bobbing his head a little. "My apologies."
Peter would not mind if either if she chose to be a little more firm but he enjoyed the sweet guidance as well. One of his hands curled around the base of Alanna's dick and he kept his eyes on her face as his tongue darted out to lick at the head. It was a long, slow slick to get it wet and glazed before he sucked the tip into his mouth.
"Now that's more like it." She replied, voice definitely gone to a purr even as she looped the lead chain once more around her hand, keeping him from being able to pull away easily and keeping the collar pressed that much more firmly against his skin.
The hand at his jaw slid up to brush over his cheek and through his hair again, though it was only a moment before she caught ahold of a handful, grip intended to keep his head still, not yanking at that grip of his hair, but applying enough tension to prickle at his scalp, "I said tongue, darling, open your mouth."
Peter followed the command and the pink, pouty lips parted slightly, his back arched just so as the leather dug into his skin. It was difficult not to get lost in the familiar motion, to remember that she might care less about the sucking as she did about the show, but Alanna found ways of reminding him aside from her orders.
He could feel the tension draining from his shoulder as her fingers pulled at his hair, while a different kind of tension grew in his lower belly and a soft moan escaped him. The flat of his tongue pressed against her ceramic shaft a moment alter, running up and down in slow motions, some wetness dribbling down his chin. Peter's green eyes were growing a little glassy, the pupils blow, but he kept looking up at her as he worked, not wanting to disappoint her. Just the way she was staring made his cock throb in anticipation and he lost track of time, mouth working her up and down.
She was pleased at just how well he took direction, and that he didn't argue when he was corrected, because that was exactly it, for her it was all about the visual. Sure, she could feel the change in pressure when he moved closer or drew back, but that was about it, and less-so when he was still holding onto the base of the toy, not that she minded.
She couldn't help but hum, soft and warm and encouraging, as that tension bled out of his shoulders, it wasn't exactly what she'd been aiming for, but it was clearly what he needed, and she was happy to oblige. She relaxed her hold of his hair a little so that he could have a better range of movement, smile emerging as he continued. Though her brow arched not long after, fingers scratching gently against his scalp again as she said: "Let me see how much of it you can swallow and I'll think about fucking you with it."
Competent hands and dark flashing eyes are some among the things he admired about Alanna. Her ability to take charge and making it seem like you owed her a favor for it was another of skills that made things in his belly coil up and heat. She could wreck him, make him beg, make his chest heave...and he would still thank her by the end of the night. Now, he liked to be difficult too, because that was more fun sometimes.
"Would you really leave me waiting...?" One of his hand slid up her tight again, fingers fiddling with leg opening of the panties, perhaps enough to make her want to chastise him.
Peter didn't wait for a reply. His head bowed, lips parted, and he let her 'cock' slide into his mouth until the ceramic tip brushed against the back of his throat. He pulled back a little, remembering to breath slowly through his nose, and repeated the motion more slowly.
Truthfully she didn't mind the wandering hands, mostly because she hadn't told him not to touch, but with that question she had a fairly good idea what it was he was after, which was why she lifted a brow, fingers sliding away from his hair to curl against his wrist instead, repositioning that hand to her hip, "Focus, let's not get distracted."
And then he was focusing, and she was suitably impressed, it wasn't that she hadn't thought he'd be good at it, she definitely had that thought, it was part of why she'd made the demand she had all those months ago, but she hadn't expected him to be good at it, it was almost enough to make her disappointed that she couldn't actually feel it.
She did, however, run her thumb along the corner of his jaw again, smile emerging once more, "Good boy." She waited until he was almost all the way down again before applying a little more pressure with her thumb, "Stay, right there." She didn't intend on making him gag, but she wanted to admire that picture for a moment or two longer.
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For the moment, however, her voice dipped, gone warm and pleased even as she replied: "Of course it is, you know what you do to me, babe." She knew they were probably both going to laugh about that later, but it seemed like the right thing to say at the moment, and while she couldn't feel his mouth on the toy as if it were the real thing, she could definitely feel the vibrator she'd tucked into the inside of the harness, a just enough of a hum that it wouldn't do much more than get her worked up while they played, but not so much that he'd be able to feel the reverberations of it.
Her smile spread again as he started in earnest, fingers curling against the nape of his neck, not to control the movement but just as a sort of stability and reassurance, "Oh that's the way, good boy."
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Good boy, Alanna purred and the casual ownership implied in the term made the corner of Peter's lips turn upwards. They might laugh about some things later, no doubt, but he still took pride in the affirmation anyways. Just like Alanna taking hold of his hair, it was this sort of displays that made Peter weak in the knees.
Eyes closed, he bobbed his head a little before taking the dildo into his mouth, the too-smooth ceramic surface warming up against his tongue and wetness dribbling down his chin. It was mostly a visual thing for Alanna, so he was trying to make look as good as it was supposed to feel.
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She tutted softly, the hand at his nape sliding around to cradle his chin, thumb brushing against the corner of his mouth, "Hey now, don't make a mess." She didn't mind the roaming hands at all, but if they meant he was going to lose concentration on what he was actually doing, she'd have to figure something else out.
For the moment, however, she pressed upwards just a little with that hand under his chin, "Eyes on me, darling. Let me see what that tongue can do." She was definitely enjoying the show as it was, but was curious to see how well he would do with a little more direction, since she was starting to suspect it was the kind of thing he liked but didn't entirely know how to ask for.
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Big, green eyes blinked up at her before going half-lidded. And Peter didn’t give it any more thought, his hands sliding over her legs towards the front and simply resting on her side, following her command. He could tease and jokingly challenge Alanna any other time but now, in this position, he founds oddly add ease. The warm hand under his chin is all he needed to agree, bobbing his head a little. "My apologies."
Peter would not mind if either if she chose to be a little more firm but he enjoyed the sweet guidance as well. One of his hands curled around the base of Alanna's dick and he kept his eyes on her face as his tongue darted out to lick at the head. It was a long, slow slick to get it wet and glazed before he sucked the tip into his mouth.
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The hand at his jaw slid up to brush over his cheek and through his hair again, though it was only a moment before she caught ahold of a handful, grip intended to keep his head still, not yanking at that grip of his hair, but applying enough tension to prickle at his scalp, "I said tongue, darling, open your mouth."
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He could feel the tension draining from his shoulder as her fingers pulled at his hair, while a different kind of tension grew in his lower belly and a soft moan escaped him. The flat of his tongue pressed against her ceramic shaft a moment alter, running up and down in slow motions, some wetness dribbling down his chin. Peter's green eyes were growing a little glassy, the pupils blow, but he kept looking up at her as he worked, not wanting to disappoint her. Just the way she was staring made his cock throb in anticipation and he lost track of time, mouth working her up and down.
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She couldn't help but hum, soft and warm and encouraging, as that tension bled out of his shoulders, it wasn't exactly what she'd been aiming for, but it was clearly what he needed, and she was happy to oblige. She relaxed her hold of his hair a little so that he could have a better range of movement, smile emerging as he continued. Though her brow arched not long after, fingers scratching gently against his scalp again as she said: "Let me see how much of it you can swallow and I'll think about fucking you with it."
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"Would you really leave me waiting...?" One of his hand slid up her tight again, fingers fiddling with leg opening of the panties, perhaps enough to make her want to chastise him.
Peter didn't wait for a reply. His head bowed, lips parted, and he let her 'cock' slide into his mouth until the ceramic tip brushed against the back of his throat. He pulled back a little, remembering to breath slowly through his nose, and repeated the motion more slowly.
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And then he was focusing, and she was suitably impressed, it wasn't that she hadn't thought he'd be good at it, she definitely had that thought, it was part of why she'd made the demand she had all those months ago, but she hadn't expected him to be good at it, it was almost enough to make her disappointed that she couldn't actually feel it.
She did, however, run her thumb along the corner of his jaw again, smile emerging once more, "Good boy." She waited until he was almost all the way down again before applying a little more pressure with her thumb, "Stay, right there." She didn't intend on making him gag, but she wanted to admire that picture for a moment or two longer.