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[rogueinladysclothing]

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[Amelia's device is ready for messages. Send away as you will.

Upon reaching her inbox, there's a long pause. And then, when the caller might think this is some prank or the inbox is improperly set up, a soft voice speaks:]

"Leave your message. We'll speak later."

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[rogueinladysclothing]

"I like to hear you tell me how much you like my ideas." It also helps to hear that he's not completely averse to whatever she's suggesting. Given his reaction, she knows right away that he's as eager for what she offers now as she is to give it.

She gives him a last kiss as she withdraws her hand from his clothes, a hungry thing she barely breaks before traveling down his neck to his chest. Her lips find whatever jewelry he has in his nipples through his shirt, teasing him all the more as she sinks lower. When her knees finally touch the floor, she doesn't hesitate to pull down his boxer briefs, return her hands to his cock, and then take him into her mouth. It's intoxicating to taste him like this when her body is tired and her mind is so awake with him, and she readily pours herself into teasing him with her fingers and sucking at him with her mouth and tongue.

Every night can't be like this, she knows, but she'll happily take this one, especially if she can keep earning those wonderful sounds from him. There's little better than having all of this whenever they're together.

[wolfehawke]

"You are intensely clever," he begins, now that she's professed to enjoying his praise. "Thoroughly mischievous; ready to jump on any chance for- ah! f-for turning-" He pants as she teases at his jewelry, the simple bars cold and heavy to the tongue which in turn makes him stutter. "A situation to your advantage."

He swallows and licks his lips, leaning back to look up at the ceiling instead of watch her slow decent. He'll not be able to concentrate anyway in a moment here, he'd rather try and give her all these kind words while he can.

Even if he is bunching his shirt up against his abs so she has full and easy access.

"I'm a little bit helpless for you, you know. You walk into a room and you're all I can see. Even when you're not there, my thoughts turn to you. The spill of your hair when it falls from your pin, the way your eyes sparkle when you're keen to chase down an idea. The way y-you float your hands above the shape of things, hesitant to touch, but not me. Me you grab and hold because you know I'm yours."

She takes him into her mouth and he groans, swallowing again. "Hopelessly, helplessly yours."

[rogueinladysclothing]

That's not at all what she'd meant when she said that, but it's a delightful confidence boost to hear him speak of her like this. All her most artful and pragmatic parts, and he loves all of them. They're all part of the reason he thought to text her something silly at far too early in the morning and submits himself to her experienced hands and mouth now.

It's thrilling to hear that he thinks of her so often when she's not around, too. She would never fight or ask for his thoughts if she's not with him, but knowing she's distracting him anyway is exciting. It gives her an idea to purposefully distract him someday, whether in person or with some sort of message that will inevitably drive him wild. There are so many possibilities available to her when he has such tells for how he's feeling...

Something to consider later. Her focus is decidedly on him here right now.

She hums her approval of his words around his cock, drawing her tongue along the length of him before taking him in more fully. Her fingers give the base of his cock a squeeze before she adds to the sensation with a hard suck, and the way he responds makes her shiver with glee. The whole of him is open to her right now, and she intends to enjoy every second of that feeling.

He may be hers in a hopeless sort of way, but dreams know she's equally lost in him, and nothing's going to stop her from making them both breathless and dazed in these last few hours before dawn.