[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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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?