[She feels that shiver and wanting to kick up it a notch, she curls her fingers inward so her nails are just barely scratching along his skin.]
Is there anything you outright say no to?
[And just to give him some incentive to say yes to anything she ends up asking for, Angela leans down and takes the very tip of his cock into her mouth, sucking lightly and casually as she waits for his answer.]
[It's really hard to think of anything when her mouth is on him like that, and when he's wanting more. He runs through a few things in his head, immediately dismisses the really bizarre things as something she wouldn't try anyway, and shrugs with another small shiver.]
Can't think of anything. I'll let you know if I do.
[Well, he seems willing and open to trying new things, but still Angela will go slow and watch out for any bad reactions like flying limbs just in case. For the moment, she slides him deeper between her lips, working to get him fully hard again.]
[He's always been adventurous; even if he has no idea what she has in mind right now, he's sure not complaining about what she's doing with her mouth. He shifts his hips a little, letting out a small groan of pleasure. If she wanted to get him fully hard, it's working, and quick.]
[The water bottle tips sideways off his hipbone, but Angela reaches up and catches it before it can spill too much. There's a few droplets of icy cold water that fall on him, along that curve where hip meets torso and she just has to let go of him to go lick them up. Waste not, want not.]
[It's probably hard to tell whether he's shivering from the cold water or from the way her tongue chases after those water droplets, but it's a combination of both, really. He can't help smiling at her, looking somewhere between smug and extremely aroused.]
[She licks her way back to his cock, only stopping to take a drink, holding it before swallowing and then taking him back into her mouth where it's nice and cold.]
[By the time she takes him back into her mouth, it's pretty damn difficult to talk, so he stops talking -- probably for the best, although it's something he rarely manages -- and simply closes his eyes, focusing on the sensations, finding that he likes the feeling of the cold more than he thought he would.]
[Angela doesn't answer, preferring to let actions speak for her. She lets her arm drop to the floor where the bottle is rested and her hands are back climbing up his thighs as she sucks, slowly digging her nails in as she moves them down.]
[He's already made it pretty clear he enjoys her fingernails digging in, and this is no exception. He squirms a little as she moves her nails down, not minding how hard she does it, just wanting more.]
[He's not going to get more because Angela's decided to move on from that, bring a hand down to cup his balls, thumb running over the sensitive skin. She makes a ring with her thumb and forefinger of her other hand, circling his cock and lets that follow the movements of her mouth, taking him a little deeper each time.]
[Even if he's not getting more of that, he's getting something even better. The addition of her hand in combination with her mouth is enough to get him groaning, and instinctively arching his hips a little to press into her mouth more.]
[She keeps up her movements, but soon, those hips prove to be more trouble than they should be. The hand around his cock moves to his lower belly, palm down and pressing firmly as her eyes flick up to his face as if she's telling him to stay still. It'll be worth it.]
[He has a hard time keeping his mouth shut, and he has a hard time staying still. That's just how he is. It's a testament to how damn good she is that he's even able to try, and he does mostly stop moving, though he groans with frustration as though he wants to move.]
[He'll stay still because she said so. If he moves, she stops. That's all there is to it.
But as he settles into the bed, she does too, seemingly breathing deep before slowly taking him further, down, down, down, almost to the root of him. She pauses, shoulders and body tense, and simply swallows.]
[He's trying damned hard to stay still, but it's difficult when she's swallowing him like that, and he has to really concentrate to not start moving again. As it is, he manages quite the stream of curses, although they're all, of course, expressing how good that feels.]
[The hold on him only gets firmer before it's suddenly gone, her hand disappearing somewhere between his legs. She swallows again and then pulls back, panting lightly across the tip of his cock. Her lips are reddened and sightly swollen, the sheen of saliva shining across them and she smiles, relishing in the compliment.]
There's a lot of ways I can reply to that, but let's go with thanks.
[He enjoys looking at her like that, too, and he props himself up on his elbows to smile at her, wondering, as he has this whole night, what exactly she has up her sleeve next.]
Am I supposed to say 'you're welcome' to somethin' like that?
[And back down she goes, him against her tongue, sliding into her throat. The only thing different now is that the palm of her hand, the one that disappeared earlier is against his balls. Her fingers curl in slowly, gently, maybe a little bit hesitantly, and brushes over the puckered hole she knows is there.
Angela's prepared for any and all reactions to an obvious line she's pushing.]
[He doesn't know quite what he was expecting, but that was definitely not it. He instinctively tenses up a little -- it's not like it's an unpleasant feeling, exactly, but it's unexpected, and he's never quite experienced that before.]
Would it be ruinin' the moment to ask what you're doin'?
[Of course he knows what she's doing, he just doesn't know why.]
[The second she feels his muscles stiffen, Angela pulls her hand and mouth away, looking somewhere between someone who was trying something new and someone who got caught with their hand in a proverbial cookie jar.]
Apparently trying something new. [A beat.] And that is a no.
[He didn't lose his temper or rage out on her, but she understands some things aren't for all.]
[He might be losing his mind, he thinks, if he's willing to try that, but then again, everything else she's done has been pretty damn good. And she's obviously willing to stop if he tells her to.]
I mean, if you try really slowly. 'n... I dunno, don't tell anyone.
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Okay, okay, you got me there.
[And promptly shivers again, this time because of her touch.]
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Is there anything you outright say no to?
[And just to give him some incentive to say yes to anything she ends up asking for, Angela leans down and takes the very tip of his cock into her mouth, sucking lightly and casually as she waits for his answer.]
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[It's really hard to think of anything when her mouth is on him like that, and when he's wanting more. He runs through a few things in his head, immediately dismisses the really bizarre things as something she wouldn't try anyway, and shrugs with another small shiver.]
Can't think of anything. I'll let you know if I do.
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What?
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[She fascinates him, really. And he likes that. It's not often that someone does.]
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[She licks her way back to his cock, only stopping to take a drink, holding it before swallowing and then taking him back into her mouth where it's nice and cold.]
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[By the time she takes him back into her mouth, it's pretty damn difficult to talk, so he stops talking -- probably for the best, although it's something he rarely manages -- and simply closes his eyes, focusing on the sensations, finding that he likes the feeling of the cold more than he thought he would.]
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But as he settles into the bed, she does too, seemingly breathing deep before slowly taking him further, down, down, down, almost to the root of him. She pauses, shoulders and body tense, and simply swallows.]
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Fuckin' hell, you really know what you're doin'.
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There's a lot of ways I can reply to that, but let's go with thanks.
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Am I supposed to say 'you're welcome' to somethin' like that?
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[And back down she goes, him against her tongue, sliding into her throat. The only thing different now is that the palm of her hand, the one that disappeared earlier is against his balls. Her fingers curl in slowly, gently, maybe a little bit hesitantly, and brushes over the puckered hole she knows is there.
Angela's prepared for any and all reactions to an obvious line she's pushing.]
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Would it be ruinin' the moment to ask what you're doin'?
[Of course he knows what she's doing, he just doesn't know why.]
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Apparently trying something new. [A beat.] And that is a no.
[He didn't lose his temper or rage out on her, but she understands some things aren't for all.]
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[He might be losing his mind, he thinks, if he's willing to try that, but then again, everything else she's done has been pretty damn good. And she's obviously willing to stop if he tells her to.]
I mean, if you try really slowly. 'n... I dunno, don't tell anyone.
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