He says the word again and her eyes cut to him but she can hardly scold him with her mouth busy, doing something she's not supposed to be doing. And her name on his lips, even, sounds sweet. She likes it, likes he's calling her by her first name and not 'nurse' and not anything else.
It's a dangerous path. With him, at his age. With his nationality. With his stories about where he's from. But, God help her, Lia is enjoying this. The taste of him and the feel of him thick and heavy on her tongue. The way his muscles clench around him and how he rocks into her mouth. Even the sounds he's making and the way he's breaking and how nicely he's asking to...
She hasn't heard it put that way. Not really. She can grasp his meaning well enough, however. She has to pull off him to answer, leaving his erection wet and neglected but with her lips brushing against him, still. "You can. I will take care of you. I will see you out of here, I swear it."
Perhaps she should not be making promises like that. But he seems so needy in this moment, so helpless, that she would offer him the moon and stars.
All she can offer him, as it is, is her mouth and his orgasm. She presses her tongue flat, lets him slide against it. Into her mouth, into her throat to bump against the back as she swallows and sucks and drags her lips along his length. Her finger presses inside him, curls upward as she's been taught exactly not to do but knows how to do anyway, careful but certainly wanting to take that sad look from his eyes.
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Date: 2016-03-31 12:52 am (UTC)It's a dangerous path. With him, at his age. With his nationality. With his stories about where he's from. But, God help her, Lia is enjoying this. The taste of him and the feel of him thick and heavy on her tongue. The way his muscles clench around him and how he rocks into her mouth. Even the sounds he's making and the way he's breaking and how nicely he's asking to...
She hasn't heard it put that way. Not really. She can grasp his meaning well enough, however. She has to pull off him to answer, leaving his erection wet and neglected but with her lips brushing against him, still. "You can. I will take care of you. I will see you out of here, I swear it."
Perhaps she should not be making promises like that. But he seems so needy in this moment, so helpless, that she would offer him the moon and stars.
All she can offer him, as it is, is her mouth and his orgasm. She presses her tongue flat, lets him slide against it. Into her mouth, into her throat to bump against the back as she swallows and sucks and drags her lips along his length. Her finger presses inside him, curls upward as she's been taught exactly not to do but knows how to do anyway, careful but certainly wanting to take that sad look from his eyes.