[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.
[Who is she going to tell? The bartender? It's not like she knows his last name or anything much about him other than how he fucks, but Angela nods, simply agreeing for his comfort.]
Tell me stop whenever.
[This time, as Angela regains her position between his thighs, she sucks on her fingers first and then his cock, pressing her wet fingers just against his ass. She doesn't push in or move much; she wants him to get comfortable with the idea of anything being in the area period. Let him lead her where he wants to go.]
[He's kind of getting used to the feeling. Used to it enough that he doesn't pull away or tense up, at least. And he can't say he exactly dislikes it, he just doesn't know quite what to expect. Still, he'll let her keep going. As long as she takes things slowly, he's pretty sure he can handle just about anything -- he's always been up for adventure, after all.]
[She keeps her fingers right there, waiting until instinct tells her it's the right moment to start rubbing small circles with her fingers. But soon there's the uncomfortable drag of skin against skin and Angela pulls away from him to dig around in her nightstand.]
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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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Tell me stop whenever.
[This time, as Angela regains her position between his thighs, she sucks on her fingers first and then his cock, pressing her wet fingers just against his ass. She doesn't push in or move much; she wants him to get comfortable with the idea of anything being in the area period. Let him lead her where he wants to go.]
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Hold on a minute, okay?