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[His briefs come down without any problems and once she cups him, he purrs -- actually purrs -- and puts his hips to use, bucking nice and slow into Faye's grip with need. Her enthusiasm tickles him pink and he chuckles into her mouth, the sound of it melding together deliciously with her moan.

His kiss continues, growing fierce and bruising, and he lets her tongue swipe little licks along the line of his lips and a little lower over his stubble. Playful, as his fingers rub the same short motions over her jawline, and then they're flowing down her throat, down down down, caressing her warm skin until it comes over her breast. He sighs, appreciative of the soft weight of it in his callused palm.

At this point, it's a simple give and take between them. She licks his mouth, he nips playfully at her lips and chin; she strokes and jerks his dick, he lets his fingers circle and strum at her nipple. There's no rush in it but it's apparent that soon, this all won't be enough.

Worick wants more.

He pulls back from her mouth with a soft groan.]

Mmn, can ya lean back and get comfortable for me?

[ Every touch is met with tiny, audible hints of delight. She eagerly licks and nips and kisses and even smiles against his lips. He moves to pull away and the noise that hitches in her throat would've sounded something like a whine of protest. Maybe. Her hands are still full of him; the stroking slows to a halt but not without one last squeeze before pulling away.

She unhooks her shorts and slides them, along with her mess of suspenders, off her shapely form and onto the floor. The bed feels cool beneath her skin for the short while before their bodies are bound to collide. She needs to get comfortable for him first and so she does — leaning back wordlessly, a kittenish smirk on her face, green eyes never leaving his lone blue for a single second as she fully reclines. Her dark hair fans out across the pillow when her head makes contact, framing the flushed skin of her face. ]

Anything else I can do for you?

[ She asks while her hands creep up his chest, chewing her bottom lip like some kind of coy devil. ]

[And while Faye slithers out of her clothes -- and makes quite the show of it in the process, intentionally or not -- Worick just watches. More like he leers and grins appreciatively on the verge of drooling, but he makes an effort to remain quiet and dry-mouthed the entire time. He does take a moment to pull off the patch from over his eye, revealing beneath it the wounded and sealed lid and the scar tissue surrounding it. It's not gruesome by any means but not exactly pleasant, either. Most of his clients and partners didn't mind it. He hopes she won't.]

Don't mind a little direction here and there but you don't have to do anything, doll. Not yet, anyway.

[He can think of a million and one things he'd like for her to do, but after so many years on the job, Worick has grown accustomed to putting his partner's wants and needs above his own even if they're not otherwise stated. That Faye even asks rubs him in all the right ways, and he can't help grinning widely at that as he descends upon her, nosing at the sweet soft skin of her breasts, pink tongue darting out to taste before he latches onto a nub and suckles on the flesh. Shameless and hungry, as his free hand and its nimble, greedy fingers go to work blindly fondling the other...briefly, before he switches between the two, until the flesh of her tits are damp with his spit and the nipples hard and stiff.

Hands still on her, Worick moves down along the line of her body, the broad side of his tongue leading the way. He stops just below her navel and lifts his chin off of her, grin wide and cheeky.]

Fuck you're gorgeous...

[ There's no reaction when he removes the eye patch. Faye's seen it all before. It makes no difference in how she moves to reach up and cup his face, gentle fingertips following the structure of his cheeks, stopping to thumb the area by his injured eye, and then ascending upon his blonde hair to comb her dainty fingers through.

She will be more than happy to provide some direction when the moment calls for it — right now, Worick seems to be taking the right ones all on his own. Expressed by the way her lithe body pushes up into the warmth of his mouth with want, the sensation of his mouth enclosed around each nipple sending waves of arousal down her body that make her worm with delight.

Pressure builds at the base of her belly as he migrates further south. She watches him through a lusty stare, anticipating each moment his lips make contact with her skin, how much more intense the touch begins to feel the lower he goes. She takes a deep breath and then sighs, brushing strands from his hair, telling him through a breathy laugh: ]

You're not so bad-looking yourself.

[ In fact, he was as handsome as they come. She just likes to tease. ]

[His forearms braced around her thighs from beneath now, he's able to feel every breath and laugh -- every sound -- she makes strumming rhythmically beneath his chin; it's lulling and exciting at the same time, resulting in a dopey grin stretched out over his mouth when she gets a better look at him without all that blonde hair in the way. Sure, it's just teasing, but he rolls with it anyway, even has the nerve to look bashful for all of a second or two--]

Mmn, and you're sweet, too.

[--before he dips back down, now nestled as comfortably as possible as a man between a woman's legs can be, and drags his wet tongue over her with a long yet soft lick. He does it again, in the opposite direction and with even gentler pressure, taking special care to avoid making contact with anything particularly sensitive.

The third time he flicks at her, it's plainly obvious he's avoiding her clit. Apparently, Faye isn't the only one who likes to tease.]

[ Faye is nearly in a trance by the time he comfortably descends upon her warm center and starts grazing his tongue along her labia. She gasps, her mouth slightly agape as her green eyes closely track the paths he takes with each lick, realizing right away just what he was doing. A lusty smile tugs at the corners of her lips. ]

You're a—mmhn... terrible tease...

[ There would be a quiet laugh to follow that statement if it wasn't for the long shudder that ripples through her, resulting in a heavy sigh. She keeps his luscious blonde hair out of the way in a loose grip — but with every tormenting pass of his tongue that deliberately misses her sensitive little nub, a sharp ache will flood her body and she'll grip his hair a little tighter, doing so much as lifting her hips to push her aching pussy further up into his mouth.

Patience? What patience? ]

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