She's barely done anything, but her expression is already starry-eyed and cock-drunk. Harley has been longing to taste him this way since their first kiss, and her head is spinning with giddiness at finding new ways to fill her senses with him.
Her tongue rolls against his cock as she eases the length of him past her lips, until he fits perfectly down her throat. Her nose pressed to his abdomen. She holds him there, stays perfectly still, letting him acclimate to new sensations so they don't overwhelm him too fast.
Gale's breath is quick and hitching, and he makes a concerted effort to
take deep, slow breaths. The light of the orb traces up from his neck, and
though it isn't very visible out here in the sunshine, he can feel it like
a pressure in his chest. "This is so dangerous," he says, and he means for
it to sound like a warning, but his voice comes out a deep rumble that does
little to hide exactly how thrilling he finds a brush with danger to be. He
runs his fingertips over her hair, again and again, soothing himself with
repetitive motion. "Seeing you on your knees like this for me... Gods, you
are a vision." Maybe his last vision, of they keep this up.
She wishes he would grip her hair and pull, but then she would definitely not be able to stop herself from sucking his soul right out. A small whine rattles in her throat and she forces herself to part her lips from around his shaft. She takes a deep, shaking breath and sits back on her heels, letting his cock slide free of her mouth. His precome leaves glistening smears on her lips and chin.
"Gale..." She wants to beg him to finish in her mouth, but that would finish the rest of Waterdeep with him. Her grip on his hips loosens and she realizes he will probably have clustered bruises the size of her fingertips. The thought sends a wicked thrill straight to her clit and makes her shiver.
She strokes his thighs again and rests her cheek against his knee.
He cups her jaw, brushes the pad of his thumb over her glistening lower lip, and stares at her with adoring eyes. His breathing is still quick and stuttering, but he's trying to calm down, trying not to replay the scene in his mind. A little voice in his mind insists that he could finish the job himself, that probably wouldn't destroy Waterdeep, and she could at least watch... But his time is short enough without a risk like that. "I love you so, so much," he says, sap that he is, because no matter now turned on he is, that sentiment is infinitely more important. "Come here. Let me kiss you and see for myself, hm?"
His first priority is always that she knows how loved she is. It makes her heart feel lighter than air, like a shining star. She rises to meet him with parted lips and licks into his mouth. Her arms wind around him until her body is molded against his own.
When she kisses him, he can taste himself on her mouth, and that shoots like lightning straight between his legs, but he cannot focus on it. Tries to push all the thoughts rushing into his mind out by mentally reciting arcane theorems. That doesn't stop him from kissing her bath with enthusiasm. He's good at multitasking. "Promise?"
He's still pantsless, and even the barest brush of her against his erection makes him gasp. He is desperate for any kind of release, knows he can't have it, and yet there's something thrilling in the deprivation. "You already do," he vows, voice raspy.
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Her tongue rolls against his cock as she eases the length of him past her lips, until he fits perfectly down her throat. Her nose pressed to his abdomen. She holds him there, stays perfectly still, letting him acclimate to new sensations so they don't overwhelm him too fast.
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Gale's breath is quick and hitching, and he makes a concerted effort to take deep, slow breaths. The light of the orb traces up from his neck, and though it isn't very visible out here in the sunshine, he can feel it like a pressure in his chest. "This is so dangerous," he says, and he means for it to sound like a warning, but his voice comes out a deep rumble that does little to hide exactly how thrilling he finds a brush with danger to be. He runs his fingertips over her hair, again and again, soothing himself with repetitive motion. "Seeing you on your knees like this for me... Gods, you are a vision." Maybe his last vision, of they keep this up.
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"Gale..." She wants to beg him to finish in her mouth, but that would finish the rest of Waterdeep with him. Her grip on his hips loosens and she realizes he will probably have clustered bruises the size of her fingertips. The thought sends a wicked thrill straight to her clit and makes her shiver.
She strokes his thighs again and rests her cheek against his knee.
"Felt good. Felt right. You're delicious."
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"You're mine forever, now."
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"Yes." It comes out almost a whisper, a fervent plea and a pledge. "And I'm yours, too. I want to be the one to give you everything you want."
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