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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"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.