[so caught up in the very essence of her, he barely needs a suggestion to act on her desires. they're his desires, too. a second finger is pushed easily inside of her dripping cunt, curving up to reach that sweet spot that she's in the perfect position for him to reach. she's so wet already, tight and hot and welcoming around him. everything feels urgent, like he's running out of time when all he wants is to prolong the moment and have her a trembling mess in his hands.]

You are, you are. I want you ready, sweetheart, you're - [vocal and without shame he speaks to her, dips his fingers in and out of her in tortuous motions, and god how he wishes his mouth were there instead. those cute little sounds that escape her - his tongue can do so much more, he just wants a taste, one taste.]

so good, you're doing so good.

[she radiates the energy of a mother, one who craves and needs for more, he'd like to give her another child, but more importantly see how well she takes him. he leans into her for another kiss, forces her to trust the support of his hand on her back until she's on the ground and he's kneeling between her legs.

he breaks away from her, tongues along her neck and sinks his teeth into her skin. no one else can have her, everyone will know that he's tended to her, taken her. if the obvious scent of him isn't enough, the love bites will send the message. his hips grind into the air and he whines, needy and frustrated. as much as he wants to prepare her, eat her, lick between her folds- ]

I can't, [can't what? but he can, taking her nipple into his mouth to suck gently, wet illicit sounds between her legs when he dares for a third finger inside of her,] you're perfect.