( he's figuring that out, slowly but surely. he's getting to know her just as much as she's getting to know him. seeing the way her eyes light up with the hair-pulling? good stuff. hot, good stuff. )
Yeah, fuck. Hold still.
( he'd done well holding back the urge to thrust up into her mouth, especially once she made is so far down and look so good while doing it. what is she, a secret blowjob fairy? the hand on her cheek goes to holding her jaw as he moves his hips back and then thrusts up into the heat, her mouth, her throat. )
[ It's the casualness she struggles with, not the sex itself. But if he actually calls her a secret blowjob fairy, she will accept that title.
For now she's just taking his cock, keeping still as she's told, letting Chris take her. She's pretty sure her regeneration has something to do with her lack of a gag reflex, but honestly she's just glad it works out to her benefit in moments like this. It's so fucking hot, the way he's holding her in place while he slowly fucks her mouth.
And calling her a slut again... if her mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied, she might have smiled. It shows in her eyes again, though. Claire likes that a lot. ]
( oh, chris is going to FREAK when he learns she’s a whole-ass alien.
for now, he’s getting off on the heat in her eyes, and the heat of her mouth, and her eagerness, and the way she never seems to yield. even with his cock down her throat, even with the way he picks up the pace, and brings her head forward, and moans at the pressure, she doesn’t seem to need to take a breather. she’s like his polar opposite. him, with his overactive gag reflex, and her with her apparent absence of one.
when it seems like he might abandon the thought of holding back and just outright cum down her throat, he uses the hand in her hair to pull her back, pull her off of him, and he looks down at her with bright eyes and a heaving chest. )
[ Her complete lack of resistance suggests she probably would have been fine if he hadn't held back. Still, she's pliable as he pulls her up and off his cock, licking her lips and catching her breath.
Claire doesn't need much recovery time before she's rising fluidly to climb up and straddle his lap. Her clothes are, annoyingly, in the way, as are most of his. She starts with tugging at the hem of his shirt to get it up and off. ]
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Yeah, fuck. Hold still.
( he'd done well holding back the urge to thrust up into her mouth, especially once she made is so far down and look so good while doing it. what is she, a secret blowjob fairy? the hand on her cheek goes to holding her jaw as he moves his hips back and then thrusts up into the heat, her mouth, her throat. )
Damn, Claire. So good... for a slut.
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For now she's just taking his cock, keeping still as she's told, letting Chris take her. She's pretty sure her regeneration has something to do with her lack of a gag reflex, but honestly she's just glad it works out to her benefit in moments like this. It's so fucking hot, the way he's holding her in place while he slowly fucks her mouth.
And calling her a slut again... if her mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied, she might have smiled. It shows in her eyes again, though. Claire likes that a lot. ]
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for now, he’s getting off on the heat in her eyes, and the heat of her mouth, and her eagerness, and the way she never seems to yield. even with his cock down her throat, even with the way he picks up the pace, and brings her head forward, and moans at the pressure, she doesn’t seem to need to take a breather. she’s like his polar opposite. him, with his overactive gag reflex, and her with her apparent absence of one.
when it seems like he might abandon the thought of holding back and just outright cum down her throat, he uses the hand in her hair to pull her back, pull her off of him, and he looks down at her with bright eyes and a heaving chest. )
Get up here. Ride me.
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Claire doesn't need much recovery time before she's rising fluidly to climb up and straddle his lap. Her clothes are, annoyingly, in the way, as are most of his. She starts with tugging at the hem of his shirt to get it up and off. ]
I take it I was a good girl?