[The state he's in, he might tear them yet - he manages to not to for the moment, though. It helps that the heat and the scent of her catch his up utterly, and the fingers sliding through his hair ground him in the moment.
He sighs against her at the touch, and his own hands shift in turn: one cupping her hip and the other drifting down between her thighs, trailing fingers tingling with magic over her clitoris. His head tilts, settling into a better angle for keeping it and his hand between her thighs before he really gets to work, thumb circling her clit and tongue delving deep.
Gods, he loves this; he could do it every day of the rest of their lives for hours on end and never get tired of it. Her taste and scent and the sounds she makes and the way she moves against his mouth are all far too addicting.]
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He sighs against her at the touch, and his own hands shift in turn: one cupping her hip and the other drifting down between her thighs, trailing fingers tingling with magic over her clitoris. His head tilts, settling into a better angle for keeping it and his hand between her thighs before he really gets to work, thumb circling her clit and tongue delving deep.
Gods, he loves this; he could do it every day of the rest of their lives for hours on end and never get tired of it. Her taste and scent and the sounds she makes and the way she moves against his mouth are all far too addicting.]