[A part of him would indeed enjoy that he's intimidating--a selfsish and insecure part of him. However, ultimately he doesn't want her to be fearful of him, he wants her to trust him...he wants to be trusted. But, perhaps in the face of her intimidation and vulnerability, and that she would allow him to continue, to lead, proves that trust.
He'd also be pretty pleased to know his is her first dick beyond merely the sexual part. That he's so much of her firsts, it's a flattering and ego-stroking sort of feeling. A pride of sorts, that he'd won her over, and that she'd trust him like this. A testament to their bond, he muses.
One that continues to be proven as her surprise at what he's doing doesn't make her recoil, or stop him. No, she's clearly into it. This is made especially clear with how when he draws his mouth back, and his hands move to slip her pants down, he doesn't so much have to request for her to raise her hips, before she's doing it herself.
It speaks much of her eagerness, the way she sinks into the mattress, how she grasps at her hair, and covers her face with the other. So flustered, yet clearly wanting. So too does, the uh...]
Well. If I had doubts about how into this you were, I'd say they been snuffed out, huh?
[His comment doesn't go unaccompanied. As if to make his point clear, he draws his hand to that slickness between her thighs, gently rubbing his thumb along the slit there as he meets her gaze. Keeping their eyes locked, he brings that thumb to his mouth, sucking off what dampness it had acquired with that smirk of his.
The taste of her sending a thrill through him, urging him to press forward once again. With his hand resting just above on her pubic mound, he presses her folds apart with his thumb and fore fingers. Placing his mouth on her once more, without a barrier this time, he darts his tongue forward. It slips between her labia as he explores her properly, keeping his eyes on her.]
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He'd also be pretty pleased to know his is her first dick beyond merely the sexual part. That he's so much of her firsts, it's a flattering and ego-stroking sort of feeling. A pride of sorts, that he'd won her over, and that she'd trust him like this. A testament to their bond, he muses.
One that continues to be proven as her surprise at what he's doing doesn't make her recoil, or stop him. No, she's clearly into it. This is made especially clear with how when he draws his mouth back, and his hands move to slip her pants down, he doesn't so much have to request for her to raise her hips, before she's doing it herself.
It speaks much of her eagerness, the way she sinks into the mattress, how she grasps at her hair, and covers her face with the other. So flustered, yet clearly wanting. So too does, the uh...]
Well. If I had doubts about how into this you were, I'd say they been snuffed out, huh?
[His comment doesn't go unaccompanied. As if to make his point clear, he draws his hand to that slickness between her thighs, gently rubbing his thumb along the slit there as he meets her gaze. Keeping their eyes locked, he brings that thumb to his mouth, sucking off what dampness it had acquired with that smirk of his.
The taste of her sending a thrill through him, urging him to press forward once again. With his hand resting just above on her pubic mound, he presses her folds apart with his thumb and fore fingers. Placing his mouth on her once more, without a barrier this time, he darts his tongue forward. It slips between her labia as he explores her properly, keeping his eyes on her.]