[What kind of a man can fret over buttons when a woman is looking up at him like that? Teasing him with salacious words as she lavishes attention on his cock, mouth and hands and breasts working together to push him to dizzying heights...
Nikolai's whole being hums with a sort of happy tumult. Not just his tail swishing against the bed — his fingers curling in the loose waves of her hair and in the blanket beneath him, his hips rocking into the rhythm she has set and his head tilting back to reward her with a groan unfurling from deep in his chest.]
Not until I've made you come.
[The crooked grin he casts down on Konoha radiates confidence. Despite the frenzy of his more bestial instincts pushing and pulling at him, he intends to savor this. There is no red powder turning his head. What drives him lurks much deeper, not merely smeared across his skin but entwined with his sinews. Not a matchstick, but a steady fire methodically chewing its way through the kindling.
He untangles his hand from her hair to push the dark locks back from her face, watching her intently as she works for him. He drops his touch to her breast where it rests at the base of his cock, gently pinching the nipple. Pleasure hums in his throat. Even as he enjoys the slow friction of her milk-slick tits and the heated caresses of her mouth, he's already imagining himself inside of her. How would she show her appreciation when he takes care of her in all the ways her body craves?]
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Nikolai's whole being hums with a sort of happy tumult. Not just his tail swishing against the bed — his fingers curling in the loose waves of her hair and in the blanket beneath him, his hips rocking into the rhythm she has set and his head tilting back to reward her with a groan unfurling from deep in his chest.]
Not until I've made you come.
[The crooked grin he casts down on Konoha radiates confidence. Despite the frenzy of his more bestial instincts pushing and pulling at him, he intends to savor this. There is no red powder turning his head. What drives him lurks much deeper, not merely smeared across his skin but entwined with his sinews. Not a matchstick, but a steady fire methodically chewing its way through the kindling.
He untangles his hand from her hair to push the dark locks back from her face, watching her intently as she works for him. He drops his touch to her breast where it rests at the base of his cock, gently pinching the nipple. Pleasure hums in his throat. Even as he enjoys the slow friction of her milk-slick tits and the heated caresses of her mouth, he's already imagining himself inside of her. How would she show her appreciation when he takes care of her in all the ways her body craves?]