Snatches of some other language reached her among John's gruff murmurs, but perhaps luckily for the other two, Kit didn't pay much attention to them beyond the fact that they melded with tense muscles and shuddering breaths to tell her she was fulfilling her part. There was something delightfully bacchanalian about the act, about kissing and sucking the cock of a man she barely knew -- albeit a highly attractive man, with an indescribably appealing curve to his hipbone -- while John kissed him and whispered in his ear like some seductive spirit.
But there was more to it than that, really, odd a sensation as it was to describe. She was working with John, not ignoring him, to pleasure someone he cared about. And while there was an electric pleasure in the way Crowley arched beneath her, an undeniable urgency running through her bloodstream that stemmed from his feral cries, she knew what her ultimate reward was: John's hooded blue eyes watching her, the vicarious satisfaction of the man she... loved?
But no time to ponder that sort of thing, because Crowley was tensing beneath her hands, straining not to thrust too abruptly on her account; so she took him in, slow but willing, as much of his length as she could. Her cheeks concave with gentle suction, she urged him over the edge, and was rewarded moments later by the first hot throbs as he spilled into her mouth. She purred gentle sounds of encouragement around his cock, lips closed tight around him as he came.
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Date: 2007-05-04 07:23 pm (UTC)But there was more to it than that, really, odd a sensation as it was to describe. She was working with John, not ignoring him, to pleasure someone he cared about. And while there was an electric pleasure in the way Crowley arched beneath her, an undeniable urgency running through her bloodstream that stemmed from his feral cries, she knew what her ultimate reward was: John's hooded blue eyes watching her, the vicarious satisfaction of the man she... loved?
But no time to ponder that sort of thing, because Crowley was tensing beneath her hands, straining not to thrust too abruptly on her account; so she took him in, slow but willing, as much of his length as she could. Her cheeks concave with gentle suction, she urged him over the edge, and was rewarded moments later by the first hot throbs as he spilled into her mouth. She purred gentle sounds of encouragement around his cock, lips closed tight around him as he came.