[ Grell, indeed, does as she’s instructed to, head lulling off kilter as she listens to him speak. The focus of her vision drifts from his face, down to his hands, and back again - drinking in the detail of this moment.
Already, she’s placed her hand atop the cushion at William’s back, keeping herself steady as his hands embrace her skin, undress her — and it’s worked in her favor, now that he’s taken her into his mouth.
The action alone draws a breathy gasp, entirely unexpected as it is. Her teeth press into her bottom lip, groan hushed to a throaty hum - and her lashes flutter, but she resists closing her eyes, for she wants to see him. ]
Will—mnn...
[ She would love to respond intelligently with something - anything! But, god, his mouth feels so good, and it’s HIS - and that’s all she can think about, right now. ]
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Already, she’s placed her hand atop the cushion at William’s back, keeping herself steady as his hands embrace her skin, undress her — and it’s worked in her favor, now that he’s taken her into his mouth.
The action alone draws a breathy gasp, entirely unexpected as it is. Her teeth press into her bottom lip, groan hushed to a throaty hum - and her lashes flutter, but she resists closing her eyes, for she wants to see him. ]
Will—mnn...
[ She would love to respond intelligently with something - anything! But, god, his mouth feels so good, and it’s HIS - and that’s all she can think about, right now. ]