[A small shudder runs through him at the feel of her breath against his swollen cock. She is so close, and yet if it weren't for the feeling of her hands drifting along his thighs, he'd think she was impossibly far away. He holds her gaze when her eyes meet his. His eyes have long-since darkened with desire and his hope to feel more than just her breath is apparent in his gaze, but he is not yet impatient. Rather, he is savoring and lingering every sensation, and happy with merely anticipating what is to come next rather than trying to urge it along.]
[ Chariot's motions were slow, deliberate, but everything also carried with it an energy of pure reverence... like his body was something holy to her, an alter, and she was praying with her hands, the cadence of her breath...
Her tongue soon joined the ritual, just the tip lightly gliding along from the base of his length, just barely to the tip before she with drew and once more let a heated exhale cover him. ]
[So often when they are together like this, Ramesses is the one to offer his reverence to her and he treats her as though she is goddess incarnate. And in return, Chariot lets her need for him be known. Even when she opts to put on a performance for him, leaning into what she knows will be exciting to him and seeking out as much pleasure as possible, there's always a slight undercurrent of need to it.]
[Which is why this feels so different.]
[He's never demanded let alone asked for Chariot's worship. And what a feeling it is to have it now, not merely worshipping him as the sun, but her sun. He breathes her name as she traces his length with the tip of her tongue, fingers tightening their hold on her slightly with her exhale.]
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Her tongue soon joined the ritual, just the tip lightly gliding along from the base of his length, just barely to the tip before she with drew and once more let a heated exhale cover him. ]
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[Which is why this feels so different.]
[He's never demanded let alone asked for Chariot's worship. And what a feeling it is to have it now, not merely worshipping him as the sun, but her sun. He breathes her name as she traces his length with the tip of her tongue, fingers tightening their hold on her slightly with her exhale.]