Well, all I'm sayin' is, I'd probably be pretty good at distractin' you from your headache. I got talented hands, y'know.
[And those talented hands -- or at least one of them -- is now pretty much all the way up her skirt, and is running its fingers across the front of her underwear.]
Sure, I know that. I also know that I don't know the first goddamn thing about science, so I just make it up as I go.
[His fingers trail in lazy circles between her legs, but he's more interested in what he could be doing with other parts of his body, like his mouth, and so his kisses move from her neck to her shoulders, then down her chest, and although it's through her clothes, that doesn't mean his lips don't linger at her nipple for just a moment anyway.]
That's not how science works. And you'll run into trouble doing that through life.
[She really has no room to talk, nor does she has the full mental capacity to do it, not with her busy following him down with her eyes. A breath is caught in her throat when he presses against her nipple, the warmth of his mouth on her, but not the wet. What a shame.]
[Because right now, it definitely feels like the good kind of trouble. Good enough to tug aside what he can of her clothes so that he can get at her nipple without the clothing in the way. There. That's much better -- and he imagines she'll be inclined to agree.]
[Shit, damn, fuck. He really knows how to make her trip over her words, even if she still manages to remain cocky. It's not her fault her breasts are so sensitive or that she didn't have the forethought to wear clothes to make things more difficult for him. And it's really not her fault she arches into his mouth, but manages to catch herself before she goes too far, pulling back just to tease him.]
[He definitely catches the way she arches into his mouth, and grins cockily as he breaks away from her nipple to respond to her statement.]
This seems like the good kinda trouble to me. Maybe we got different definitions.
[He doesn't want to stay away from touching her or having his mouth on her for too long, although he's definitely got other things in mind. That's why, with some reluctance, he moves away from her nipple and kisses his way down her stomach... and then suddenly kneels down -- with slight difficulty, but it's worth it -- to kiss her knee and then her inner thigh.]
[But that would be hard when he has his hands wrapped around her legs and he's giving them so much attention. Her legs have always been her favorite part of her body and this time, she won't pull away while he's worshiping them. As long as he stays away from that one ticklish spot behind her knee, she'll let him do anything.]
What are you doing down there? Gonna kiss my feet to get on my good side?
[And he'll bend down to do just that, but soon enough, his mouth is back where it should be, which is her thighs. And of course his mouth is moving ever so slowly upwards, because his intentions should be pretty obvious by now. He's not just down here for her legs, although given the way he's running his hands over them, he'd agree that they're pretty darn fabulous.]
No, I think it's you who wants something. I just don't know what.
[That right there, the press of his lips against the tops of her bare feet do something to her that Angela can't explain past really fucking hot. It's a power thing, him on his knees in front of her, practically submitting just to get at her. It is obvious, of course, but this game is too good to give up.]
[Truth is, he'd be willing to submit to her completely, and not just for the sake of getting at her. There're times he genuinely enjoys being told what to do. Right now, though, with his lips still pressed to her upper thigh, he's intent on tugging her underwear down, then looking up at her devilishly to speak.]
[If only he knew what that would do to her. She should tell him sometime.
In the meantime, she bites her lower lip harder the farther down her panties get, thighs trembling just slightly with anticipation. He really needs to stop with those eyes. They make her weak.]
[His eyes may make her weak, but he hopes she'll find that his mouth makes her weak, too, because he's breaking his gaze with her so that he can finish kissing his way up her thigh and then finally kiss between her legs. It's a light kiss, at first, almost teasing, but after a few seconds, he can't resist anymore, tongue getting involved too, still somewhat slowly, feeling the way her thighs are trembling.]
[Her next line was about him using his big boy words instead, but this is so much better. That soft and warm tongue against slick and sensitive flesh... it's no wonder she hisses loudly when he skates by her clit, barely brushing against it. She comes to rest her hands on the counter behind her, ignoring how it digs into her back in order to tightly curl her fingers along the edge.]
[But why use his words when he can use his mouth for so much more worthwhile pastimes? Besides, it doesn't sound like she's complaining much, especially not when she hisses like that, which only encourages him to do it again. This time, it's not skating by her clit so much as lingering there, hands on the back of her thighs to keep her held close, tongue busily at work.]
[Her toes curl against the lineolum tile under her feet, the friction causing just a bit of a squeak that's drowned out but a squeak of Angela's own. Gripping the counter just a bit tighter has her knuckles turning white and the longer he works at her, the louder she drawls his name out. Any other words seem impossible.]
[That's just what he wants, and his grip tightens on her thighs a little, holding her as tightly as he can without digging his nails in too hard. He'll never be able to explain why he likes doing this so much; contrary to what people might assume, it's not a power thing at all -- it's probably just genuinely liking to be able to make her feel that way, to hear the noises she makes and feel the way her body responds. There's nothing teasing about his motions anymore: his mouth is insistent (and talented, if he does say so himself) and all he wants to do is keep hearing her say his name like that.]
[Her thighs shake even harder now, from gentle shivering to damn near earthquakes. The muscles tense and release and she doesn't feel like she has any power to control them. Angela knows very well why she likes it; it feels good and it's fantastic to just be able to relax and let somebody else satisfy you. No pressure for more than to enjoy herself, letting the orgasms happen when they do.
But she's still a ways off from coming, so she encourages him to do more by moving a hand from the counter to the top of his head, fingers slipping into the strands of his hair. Angela's gently petting him, not yet giving him that harsh tug she knows he likes. He hasn't earned it yet.]
[He takes encouragement well -- always has, because he'll never be able to entirely turn off that part of his brain that's eager to please and to take orders -- so her fingers in his hair just inspire him to try harder. With one hand still gripping her, his other hand frees itself from his grip on her thigh to gently nudge her legs a little further apart, enough to slide one finger inside of her. The way he sees it, if his mouth is good, his mouth and fingers can only be a better combination, right?]
[That finger was a little unexpected, but nowhere unwelcome. He's doing a lot and quickly too and far be it from Angela in her infinite impatience to slow him down. In fact, as she tightens around his finger, pulling her walls to squeeze him like she does with his cock, she's going to demand more.]
Another... one. Shit...
[Certainly a rough-edged demand and not a polite request.]
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[And she leans back to pretend to consider things while she lets a hand wander just around the front of his pants. No touching, of course.]
I think I have a headache. [Liar.]
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[He lets his hand wander just a bit further up her thigh, his touch gentle and casual.]
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What?
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[And those talented hands -- or at least one of them -- is now pretty much all the way up her skirt, and is running its fingers across the front of her underwear.]
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So in the end, I'm still going to have the headache. Distraction doesn't remove it.
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[He'll take this moment to tug her underwear aside just slightly, so that his fingertips can find bare skin instead.]
We could test out that theory.
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[Her voice shivers just a bit as he touches her, getting her aroused and wet, and man, does she hate herself for it.]
I know how theories and testing them works. This isn't it.
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[His fingers trail in lazy circles between her legs, but he's more interested in what he could be doing with other parts of his body, like his mouth, and so his kisses move from her neck to her shoulders, then down her chest, and although it's through her clothes, that doesn't mean his lips don't linger at her nipple for just a moment anyway.]
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[She really has no room to talk, nor does she has the full mental capacity to do it, not with her busy following him down with her eyes. A breath is caught in her throat when he presses against her nipple, the warmth of his mouth on her, but not the wet. What a shame.]
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[Because right now, it definitely feels like the good kind of trouble. Good enough to tug aside what he can of her clothes so that he can get at her nipple without the clothing in the way. There. That's much better -- and he imagines she'll be inclined to agree.]
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Not at all.
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This seems like the good kinda trouble to me. Maybe we got different definitions.
[He doesn't want to stay away from touching her or having his mouth on her for too long, although he's definitely got other things in mind. That's why, with some reluctance, he moves away from her nipple and kisses his way down her stomach... and then suddenly kneels down -- with slight difficulty, but it's worth it -- to kiss her knee and then her inner thigh.]
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[But that would be hard when he has his hands wrapped around her legs and he's giving them so much attention. Her legs have always been her favorite part of her body and this time, she won't pull away while he's worshiping them. As long as he stays away from that one ticklish spot behind her knee, she'll let him do anything.]
What are you doing down there? Gonna kiss my feet to get on my good side?
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[And he'll bend down to do just that, but soon enough, his mouth is back where it should be, which is her thighs. And of course his mouth is moving ever so slowly upwards, because his intentions should be pretty obvious by now. He's not just down here for her legs, although given the way he's running his hands over them, he'd agree that they're pretty darn fabulous.]
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[That right there, the press of his lips against the tops of her bare feet do something to her that Angela can't explain past really fucking hot. It's a power thing, him on his knees in front of her, practically submitting just to get at her. It is obvious, of course, but this game is too good to give up.]
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Can you guess what I want yet?
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In the meantime, she bites her lower lip harder the farther down her panties get, thighs trembling just slightly with anticipation. He really needs to stop with those eyes. They make her weak.]
Nope.
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[His eyes may make her weak, but he hopes she'll find that his mouth makes her weak, too, because he's breaking his gaze with her so that he can finish kissing his way up her thigh and then finally kiss between her legs. It's a light kiss, at first, almost teasing, but after a few seconds, he can't resist anymore, tongue getting involved too, still somewhat slowly, feeling the way her thighs are trembling.]
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But she's still a ways off from coming, so she encourages him to do more by moving a hand from the counter to the top of his head, fingers slipping into the strands of his hair. Angela's gently petting him, not yet giving him that harsh tug she knows he likes. He hasn't earned it yet.]
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[That finger was a little unexpected, but nowhere unwelcome. He's doing a lot and quickly too and far be it from Angela in her infinite impatience to slow him down. In fact, as she tightens around his finger, pulling her walls to squeeze him like she does with his cock, she's going to demand more.]
Another... one. Shit...
[Certainly a rough-edged demand and not a polite request.]
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