"We don't have to." She said. "If you don't want me to sleep with him, I won't. It's your body too, and your feelings matter more than whatever he wants."
"Mm." She hummed. "Not going to lie, he left me a little... wanting. Would you mind taking care of me after I clean up a bit?" She doubted he wanted to get down there — especially with his mouth — so soon after the Death Knight had come, even if it was technically all the same shit. "I can do it myself, if you don't want to."
He leans forward to put his hands under her thighs and wrap them around him, picking her up and carrying her over to the bathroom before setting her on the floor.
Jeritza really was the only person that could get away with carting her around like that. She nodded. "I won't be long."
And she wasn't. She only took a few minutes to clean herself up, not even bothering to get redressed by the time she walked into the bedroom; dirty clothes tossed into a basket.
Jeritza can be found sitting on the edge of their bed.
"Oh... No, go ahead," he murmurs. He isn't exactly sure the purpose of the sitting, other than it must be sexual, but he imagines it will become clear to him very soon. He lays down on the bed.
Jeritza was a quick learner. She had full confidence in his abilities — and, if nothing else, at least he was willing to try.
Nina climbed over him, settling without much preamble with her knees beside his head and her cunt hovering above his face. "Mm. Think of it like... licking frosting off a cupcake, or the filling out of an éclair." Or something.
He hums his agreement at her instruction (a dessert-based metaphor is a very good choice), wrapping his arms around her thighs and tilting his face up toward her folds. Tentatively, he opens his mouth and licks her with the flat of his tongue, starting with long licks across her opening and upward, then focusing in on that little bud, her 'clit.' He imagines it a dessert, her juices the icing, though it tastes different, more salty than sweet. Not that the taste matters, what matters is her enjoyment.
Nina sighed and slid her fingers along the top of his head, tangling long pale strands around the digits. She did her best to keep herself from settling herself fully onto his face, thighs pressed firmly to his temples.
"Just like that." She purred approvingly, hips rolling slowly to smear those fluids across his chin. "Don't be afraid to really get in there with your tongue."
He takes her direction, tilting his chin up further to lick into her more. He doesn't really have a clue what technique to use, so he tries a few different things, still focusing on that little bud. He licks up and down, circles around it, tries the flat of his tongue, then the tip of it. Flicks against it. All the while listening for her reactions or further instructions.
"Like that — fuck." She instructed when he rolled the tip of his tongue around her clit, rocking herself a little harder down into his face, fingers in his hair tugging him up slightly. "I'm close. Just a little more, Jeritza." The uneven roll of her hips was evidence enough without the verbal warning, along with her stuttering moans.
He closes his eyes and concentrates harder, breathing out of a single nostril as she bears down on him. She likes the circular motion, so he continues to do that, applying a little more pressure, but hopefully not too much. She at least sounds to be enjoying herself, which is making his own body react, but he ignores that.
Nina's breath quickened; strong thighs clenching tight against Jertiza's temples, fingers in his hair gripping as waves of pleasure rolled through her. It wasn't long before the fervent roll of his tongue had her dipping over the edge and coming with a series of keening moans.
She huffed out a breath as she came down, still absently riding the aftershocks over his face before she pulled back enough for him to speak. "Knew you'd catch on fast."
Wow. Her orgasm still leaves him in awe. What a strange and... Wonderful thing. Her movements, her sounds, they make his body react further, despite what may have happened earlier. He stares up at her, catching his breath, realizing now that he'd been holding it for some of that time.
She leaned down to kiss him, uncaring that she had coated his lips with her slickness. "Did you like it?" Because as good as it was, that was important, too. Nina hadn't glanced back to see how it had affected him yet.
Nina let him idly explore, rolling into the touches with soft little sighs; nerves still on fire from her orgasm moments before. "Don't be shy, Jeritza." If he wanted to touch her, however he wanted, she wouldn't stop him.
Jeritza presses wet kisses to the inside of her thigh.
"Mmh..." He hums his arousal into her skin as his hands continue to roam, finding her ass and cupping it. His hips move on their own, rolling slightly.
It was about then that she felt him shifting, a hand blindly reaching back to brush her fingertips along his crotch. "Gods damn..." She murmured, sounding impressed. She pressed a little harder, fingers outlining the bulge.
He moans softly against her thigh, bucking his hips up gently into her hand. He moves his mouth up toward her cunt again. Would she want more? He tests his tongue gently against her clit, looking up for her reaction. She'll just push him away if she doesn't want it.
She was still sensitive, but she didn't stop him, a soft little gasp exhaled when his tongue teased around her clit again. Nina responded by tugging his pants down — a little awkward with one hand blindly reaching behind her — so she could get to his cock properly and stroke the length of it.
The response seems positive, so he gently continues to lap at the bud. He moans softly again into her folds as she begins to stroke him, feeling oddly needy from this position where all he can do is buck his hips. And buck he does, but it's not enough, and he whimpers quietly for want of more.
She reached down with her free hand to sink her fingers into his hair, tugging his head back enough to look down at him properly. Her other hand continued to stroke, thumb teasing the tip. "What do you want, Jertiza?" She asked. "Do you want to fuck me?"
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"We don't have to." She said. "If you don't want me to sleep with him, I won't. It's your body too, and your feelings matter more than whatever he wants."
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"I will think about it..."
He moves toward her again, his hands gently on her thighs.
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"You okay?"
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"Mmm. Yes. I am." He kisses her softly, his hands sliding to the back of her hips.
"Do you need anything?"
Forgive him. He's stupid.
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He leans forward to put his hands under her thighs and wrap them around him, picking her up and carrying her over to the bathroom before setting her on the floor.
"I will wait for you in the bedroom."
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And she wasn't. She only took a few minutes to clean herself up, not even bothering to get redressed by the time she walked into the bedroom; dirty clothes tossed into a basket.
"Mind me sitting on your face?" She said bluntly.
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"Oh... No, go ahead," he murmurs. He isn't exactly sure the purpose of the sitting, other than it must be sexual, but he imagines it will become clear to him very soon. He lays down on the bed.
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Nina climbed over him, settling without much preamble with her knees beside his head and her cunt hovering above his face. "Mm. Think of it like... licking frosting off a cupcake, or the filling out of an éclair." Or something.
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"Just like that." She purred approvingly, hips rolling slowly to smear those fluids across his chin. "Don't be afraid to really get in there with your tongue."
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She huffed out a breath as she came down, still absently riding the aftershocks over his face before she pulled back enough for him to speak. "Knew you'd catch on fast."
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"Good..." He murmurs.
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"Yes..."
She is very... Attractive. His hands absently caress her thighs and hips, the feel and look of her body enticing to him.
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"Mmh..." He hums his arousal into her skin as his hands continue to roam, finding her ass and cupping it. His hips move on their own, rolling slightly.
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