[ She's so good at it, he could almost imagine she's practiced. As he watches her reach for the clasp of her bra, he wonders if this means she's enjoying it as much as he is. She's definitely better at keeping that to herself, though that's because the evidence of how much he likes seeing her like this is more or less at eye level for her right now.
His gaze wanders appreciatively over her bare chest as he slowly winds the leash around his hand, turning his wrist to pull it taut. Not enough to tug at her, but enough that the strap itself is tense. ]
Yeah, that's better.
[ His other hand goes to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning his fly, pushing the zipper and then his underwear down with a singular lack of shame. He's already half hard when he pulls himself out, though he doesn't do any more than stroke his dick once before letting go again. This time, there's no order, no suggestion except the weight of his gaze on her. ]
[ the thing is, laura knows that she likes this. she likes the feeling of his cock twitching and thickening as she wraps her lips around him, the throb of a pulse against her tongue. she likes the taste of skin and sweat and the barest salty hint that tony is already into this. she likes the smell of him, overpowering as she draws him into her mouth enough that she can press her nose against his crotch.
laura is--complicated about a lot of things to say the least, and sex has always been one of them, but right now it's not complicated at all. maybe it's the whole set-up that gives her permission not to think too hard before she acts — maybe she's just really into it all, but either way, this is working for her.
there's not much space between her knees and his feet but she shifts just a little closer all the same, hands coming up to his waistband to tug the pants and underwear further down and out of the way. ]
[ She's so good at this, which is something he's grateful for and will not think about too much, given what little he knows about her history. Especially right here and now, where it's just pleasure and the two of them establishing something, another little step further down an inevitable path.
Tony lets her do whatever she wants with his clothes, reaching out with his free hand to set it on top of her head, stroking down over her hair as she takes him into her mouth, then curving down around the back of her skull to put a light amount of pressure there. A suggestion that she should stay where she is, a desire to see how long she can hold it. He's getting harder by the second; he rocks himself forward a tiny bit, testing. ]
[ she half-wonders if he's aware of what he's doing when he's using the phrase now, of how it makes her want to stick a hand down her pants when she hears him say good girl. laura doesn't, for the moment, she just tugs tony's pants down further and out of the way.
her hands settle back on his hips again, and her gaze flicks upwards at him before she pulls his hips forwards. nothing too hard, not yet at least, just enough that he can slide a little further down her throat. a little encouragement in the direction that he was already flirting with, the hand on the back of her head still so gentle, and laura's eyes flutter shut as she swallows around him. ]
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[ The breath he lets out is a long sigh of contentment. He sets his other hand on her head, the leash caught between his palm and the curve of her skull as he holds her there for a moment, feeling the movement and flex of the muscles of her throat as he eases further into her mouth, until he's all the way in and can feel her breath against his lower belly. ]
You're doing so good, baby. So good. Hold it for me.
[ For a beat or two he stays like that, seeing how long he can go before the first panicked ripple of response, then he pulls back -- but not very fa before he rolls his hips forward again, and again, starting to fuck himself into her mouth with low pleased groans. ]
[ even with the leash and both of tony's hands at the back of her head there's nothing really keeping laura in place if she wanted to pull back, but even that holds its own appeal. he holds her head down, cock thrust far enough into her throat that she can't breathe around him, and there's nothing stopping her from pulling away enough to gasp for air except for the fact that she really doesn't want to.
by the time he starts fucking into her mouth, laura drops her hands from his hips. her hands settle on her legs out of the way, and she isn't choking on his thrusts exactly, but when her eyes blink back open again they're certainly watering more than when she closed them. she doesn't care about that now though, if anything it just encourages her to bob her head forward harder, with muffled groans that cut out the more her throat flexes, struggling to catch her breath. ]
[ As she relaxes, he's able to relax a little more too, letting go and leaning into the sheer sensation of her throat taking him. It's not the first time he's fucked someone's mouth like this, but it has been a while, and he has to admit he cares a lot more for this particular mouth than he does the waitresses and air stewards he usually indulges himself with.
He brushes Laura's hair back as he continues, gathering the long dark fall of it up and holding it as he rocks himself into that damp heat and the slide of her tongue along his skin. The feeling of control, of lazily taking her in the way that he wants, the combination of the collar and the leash -- it's all doing it for him pretty effectively, and it's not long before he's starting to edge up to the tightening and heat between his legs and in the pit of his belly. ]
Fuck -- fuck, Laura, that's good. You're really -- you're really good. [ He pants over the words, speeding up a bit, his movements becoming more automatic, more mindless. A flush darkens his cheeks and the skin showing above his shirt collar. ] Fuck, okay, I'm gonna --
[ Abruptly, he pulls back all the way, dropping one hand from her head while the other holds her still and using it instead to start jerking himself off fast and desperate in front of her mouth. ]
[ it's all too easy to sink into the feeling, easy enough that much later down the line she might have to do some hard self-reflecting--but that's later. for now laura just lets tony keep her in place with the hands on her head and in her hair, mouth open wide to take the quick snap of his hips and deep thrusts into her throat.
she's getting messier by the moment, blinking through watering eyes every time her her air is cut off just a little too long, or he fucks into her just a little harder than before, saliva drips out of the corners of her mouth where she can't swallow properly. but the beauty of it is, laura doesn't care. she barely notices, too caught in the feeling, the blur of letting tony take what he wants without question.
by the time he pulls out she's blinking and hazy and breathless, chest rising and falling in rapid fire, and she sounds--hoarse, when she speaks. ]
Come on my face.
[ just that, before she's opening her mouth again and letting her tongue hang out, eyes still up and fixed on tony as she waits for him to tip over the edge. ]
[ That hoarseness to her voice, the impact of his cock in her throat, the husky panting breaths that suggest she's just as into this as he is -- it's enough, more than enough. Tony groans and curses breathlessly as he reaches the point of no return, heat tightening through his core and muscles locking as his orgasm wipes every coherent thought out of his mind.
He comes shuddering over her, almost falling over, one hand flailing out for support on the door as the other blurs over his dick as he paints her face like she asked, her mouth and cheek, even into her hair and her shoulder -- messy and inelegant for once. For a long few moments he holds onto it, making choked noises of his own, before he starts to subside, his strokes becoming automatic twitches as he slumps back down onto his heels. ]
Oh shit. Ohh, fuck, I needed that. [ He clears his throat and blinks, looking down at her. A wide smile breaks across his face and he pants out a soft, fond laugh. ] Hey, I gotcha. Look at that. [ He reaches out with his free hand to wipe her eyebrow clean, looking at his thumb for a moment before sticking it in his mouth to taste himself, salty and strong. ]
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His gaze wanders appreciatively over her bare chest as he slowly winds the leash around his hand, turning his wrist to pull it taut. Not enough to tug at her, but enough that the strap itself is tense. ]
Yeah, that's better.
[ His other hand goes to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning his fly, pushing the zipper and then his underwear down with a singular lack of shame. He's already half hard when he pulls himself out, though he doesn't do any more than stroke his dick once before letting go again. This time, there's no order, no suggestion except the weight of his gaze on her. ]
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laura is--complicated about a lot of things to say the least, and sex has always been one of them, but right now it's not complicated at all. maybe it's the whole set-up that gives her permission not to think too hard before she acts — maybe she's just really into it all, but either way, this is working for her.
there's not much space between her knees and his feet but she shifts just a little closer all the same, hands coming up to his waistband to tug the pants and underwear further down and out of the way. ]
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[ She's so good at this, which is something he's grateful for and will not think about too much, given what little he knows about her history. Especially right here and now, where it's just pleasure and the two of them establishing something, another little step further down an inevitable path.
Tony lets her do whatever she wants with his clothes, reaching out with his free hand to set it on top of her head, stroking down over her hair as she takes him into her mouth, then curving down around the back of her skull to put a light amount of pressure there. A suggestion that she should stay where she is, a desire to see how long she can hold it. He's getting harder by the second; he rocks himself forward a tiny bit, testing. ]
Stay there. Ah, fuck. There we go, good girl.
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her hands settle back on his hips again, and her gaze flicks upwards at him before she pulls his hips forwards. nothing too hard, not yet at least, just enough that he can slide a little further down her throat. a little encouragement in the direction that he was already flirting with, the hand on the back of her head still so gentle, and laura's eyes flutter shut as she swallows around him. ]
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You're doing so good, baby. So good. Hold it for me.
[ For a beat or two he stays like that, seeing how long he can go before the first panicked ripple of response, then he pulls back -- but not very fa before he rolls his hips forward again, and again, starting to fuck himself into her mouth with low pleased groans. ]
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by the time he starts fucking into her mouth, laura drops her hands from his hips. her hands settle on her legs out of the way, and she isn't choking on his thrusts exactly, but when her eyes blink back open again they're certainly watering more than when she closed them. she doesn't care about that now though, if anything it just encourages her to bob her head forward harder, with muffled groans that cut out the more her throat flexes, struggling to catch her breath. ]
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He brushes Laura's hair back as he continues, gathering the long dark fall of it up and holding it as he rocks himself into that damp heat and the slide of her tongue along his skin. The feeling of control, of lazily taking her in the way that he wants, the combination of the collar and the leash -- it's all doing it for him pretty effectively, and it's not long before he's starting to edge up to the tightening and heat between his legs and in the pit of his belly. ]
Fuck -- fuck, Laura, that's good. You're really -- you're really good. [ He pants over the words, speeding up a bit, his movements becoming more automatic, more mindless. A flush darkens his cheeks and the skin showing above his shirt collar. ] Fuck, okay, I'm gonna --
[ Abruptly, he pulls back all the way, dropping one hand from her head while the other holds her still and using it instead to start jerking himself off fast and desperate in front of her mouth. ]
Tongue out, baby, wanna see you take it --
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she's getting messier by the moment, blinking through watering eyes every time her her air is cut off just a little too long, or he fucks into her just a little harder than before, saliva drips out of the corners of her mouth where she can't swallow properly. but the beauty of it is, laura doesn't care. she barely notices, too caught in the feeling, the blur of letting tony take what he wants without question.
by the time he pulls out she's blinking and hazy and breathless, chest rising and falling in rapid fire, and she sounds--hoarse, when she speaks. ]
Come on my face.
[ just that, before she's opening her mouth again and letting her tongue hang out, eyes still up and fixed on tony as she waits for him to tip over the edge. ]
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He comes shuddering over her, almost falling over, one hand flailing out for support on the door as the other blurs over his dick as he paints her face like she asked, her mouth and cheek, even into her hair and her shoulder -- messy and inelegant for once. For a long few moments he holds onto it, making choked noises of his own, before he starts to subside, his strokes becoming automatic twitches as he slumps back down onto his heels. ]
Oh shit. Ohh, fuck, I needed that. [ He clears his throat and blinks, looking down at her. A wide smile breaks across his face and he pants out a soft, fond laugh. ] Hey, I gotcha. Look at that. [ He reaches out with his free hand to wipe her eyebrow clean, looking at his thumb for a moment before sticking it in his mouth to taste himself, salty and strong. ]
Good girl. What do you want in return, huh?