He lays back and relaxes, letting her take the lead. Ardbert tries to kiss her back when she kisses his lips, but she's moved onwards before he can. Era's forehead is the best he can do.
Watching her is pleasurable. Gods, she knows how to work the angles. Then he lets out a sigh of pleasure as she rests her nice breasts against his skin. He's very glad that she's not touching his erection, because even through his boxers, that would cause things to move too quickly.
His eyes slip closed and he relaxes more as she starts massaging his muscles to focus on the sensation of her hands. "Mmmm."
Taking his hum as a sign to proceed, Era continues thoroughly palpating and massaging the muscles of his chest. She eases up with one hand, focusing instead on slowly maneuvering the other until the tips of her fingers reach the borders of his areola. Her touch lightens, shifting to something more appropriate for tracing the demarcation of colour.
Once Era has found a suitable rhythm she adjusts her positioning again, moving her face until its level with his more neglected side. She exhales a heated breath against the sensitive flesh there, lips close enough to brush feather-light against his nipple.
A sharp intake of breath, then held at the warm air. It does feel nice. Maybe not overly sexual, but nice. Era's touches tease him as much as they promise pleasure. Ardbert's pliant and relaxed against her touch, waiting for her next move.
The pleasures flesh can offer are something Era delights in, and for all the thrill pleasure of the sexual variety bring, she finds the other kinds of pleasure equally enjoyable. Bodies are simultaneously powerful and fragile; capable of myriad things beyond her comprehension, even after over a year of modest studying.
She continues massaging his other pectoral muscle while she waits for Ardbert to adjust to the sensation of her lips against his nipple. Once she senses he's relaxed again she traces a circle firmly around the stiffening nub with her tongue; massaging the more sensitive skin of the areola in firm, solid strokes.
Once he adjusts to the feel of her tongue, Era progresses to taking the whole, wide area of flesh gently into her mouth. Better to stimulate a larger area rather than a single point for the moment.
She lets her teeth press lightly against his skin as she continues massaging with her tongue. Her mouth protects him from the chill of the air, and pulls in more flesh in need of a good ravishing. Era takes care not to suck too hard, using just enough suction to provide a boost of pleasure without overwhelming.
Ardbert has relearned how fragile and powerful a body can be under Era's gentle guidance. In every way, not just sexually.
How he could get weak in his knees from so many of things. Things like forgetting to eat or sleep. Or other things like Era on top of him with him inside or her mouth around him.
Conversely, how his strength could affect the world. The feeling of slicing through things with his axe or carrying things in his arms, sometimes precious things. Or the way his hip thrusts could make Era cling to him and eventually they would both be driven to satisfaction.
Bodies are also vulnerable. He revels in this moment's vulnerability, breathing in and out as Era explores his chest. New sensations are less overwhelming than they once were—Ardbert's used to having a body again—but he's grateful that Era is going slow this time.
Ardbert breathes out heavily and leans his head back as Era takes his flesh into her mouth. He feels her teeth, her tongue, and his eyes and mouth slide open, his vision unfocused on the ceiling. It feels good, good enough that Ardbert's fingers dig into the sheets instead of risking pulling at Era and unbalancing her instead.
She's doing a good job at unbalancing him, and he's thoroughly enjoying it. "Era...."
When he speaks her name like that Era knows she's doing well. Her tail wags behind her, which is the only visible acknowledgement Ardbert gets that she's heard him... The other acknowledgement he gets is an increase of suction and a playful flick of her tongue against his nipple.
He can also tell from the subtle shifts in her weight when her tail wags. Ardbert's felt it often enough. Usually because of him.
There's not much else for him to do besides enjoy it, staying warm and pliant underneath her. He tilts his head a bit against his pillow, breathing mostly normally. It's must less sexual for him. More just... nice.
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Watching her is pleasurable. Gods, she knows how to work the angles. Then he lets out a sigh of pleasure as she rests her nice breasts against his skin. He's very glad that she's not touching his erection, because even through his boxers, that would cause things to move too quickly.
His eyes slip closed and he relaxes more as she starts massaging his muscles to focus on the sensation of her hands. "Mmmm."
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Once Era has found a suitable rhythm she adjusts her positioning again, moving her face until its level with his more neglected side. She exhales a heated breath against the sensitive flesh there, lips close enough to brush feather-light against his nipple.
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She continues massaging his other pectoral muscle while she waits for Ardbert to adjust to the sensation of her lips against his nipple. Once she senses he's relaxed again she traces a circle firmly around the stiffening nub with her tongue; massaging the more sensitive skin of the areola in firm, solid strokes.
Once he adjusts to the feel of her tongue, Era progresses to taking the whole, wide area of flesh gently into her mouth. Better to stimulate a larger area rather than a single point for the moment.
She lets her teeth press lightly against his skin as she continues massaging with her tongue. Her mouth protects him from the chill of the air, and pulls in more flesh in need of a good ravishing. Era takes care not to suck too hard, using just enough suction to provide a boost of pleasure without overwhelming.
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How he could get weak in his knees from so many of things. Things like forgetting to eat or sleep. Or other things like Era on top of him with him inside or her mouth around him.
Conversely, how his strength could affect the world. The feeling of slicing through things with his axe or carrying things in his arms, sometimes precious things. Or the way his hip thrusts could make Era cling to him and eventually they would both be driven to satisfaction.
Bodies are also vulnerable. He revels in this moment's vulnerability, breathing in and out as Era explores his chest. New sensations are less overwhelming than they once were—Ardbert's used to having a body again—but he's grateful that Era is going slow this time.
Ardbert breathes out heavily and leans his head back as Era takes his flesh into her mouth. He feels her teeth, her tongue, and his eyes and mouth slide open, his vision unfocused on the ceiling. It feels good, good enough that Ardbert's fingers dig into the sheets instead of risking pulling at Era and unbalancing her instead.
She's doing a good job at unbalancing him, and he's thoroughly enjoying it. "Era...."
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There's not much else for him to do besides enjoy it, staying warm and pliant underneath her. He tilts his head a bit against his pillow, breathing mostly normally. It's must less sexual for him. More just... nice.