Vernard
He didn't know what to do. Not only had he wanted her to either hold him against her, and force him to bring her to the orgasm he figured she was close to. Or for her to release him, let him try and keep her ahead of the approaching orgasmic wave. It would have been confirmation he sought, were his attentions pleasing her. He wanted nothing more than to hear her orgasm, knowing he had pleased her while only getting the gratification of that knowledge, and no physical gratification himself.
Yet he also did not want to disappoint her, to tell her he could not obey her orders, and to at least try to prolong her pleasure. Making a decision he pulled back slightly and turned his head to kiss her inner thigh. He would temper his worship of the inflamed core of her pleasure. The kiss was a simulation of what he had been doing moments before, but against the tender skin of her right thigh.
Moving back slightly he let his lips brush her skin as he spoke.
"My Queen, I wish to try and prolong your pleasure, to worship you for as long as you deserve."
He moved his head again, brushing his lips over her heated womanhood briefly before kissing her left thigh in the same manner as the right.
"And as much as I wish to be rewarded," his lips murmured over her skin. "With my own pleasure hopefully...but I am not deserving. Reward me or punish me as my Lady sees fit. I welcome both equally and accept her decision whether I please or disappoint you."
He returned to tease her clit, though not as intense as before, and slowly started to try and kiss his way up her body."
He didn't know what to do. Not only had he wanted her to either hold him against her, and force him to bring her to the orgasm he figured she was close to. Or for her to release him, let him try and keep her ahead of the approaching orgasmic wave. It would have been confirmation he sought, were his attentions pleasing her. He wanted nothing more than to hear her orgasm, knowing he had pleased her while only getting the gratification of that knowledge, and no physical gratification himself.
Yet he also did not want to disappoint her, to tell her he could not obey her orders, and to at least try to prolong her pleasure. Making a decision he pulled back slightly and turned his head to kiss her inner thigh. He would temper his worship of the inflamed core of her pleasure. The kiss was a simulation of what he had been doing moments before, but against the tender skin of her right thigh.
Moving back slightly he let his lips brush her skin as he spoke.
"My Queen, I wish to try and prolong your pleasure, to worship you for as long as you deserve."
He moved his head again, brushing his lips over her heated womanhood briefly before kissing her left thigh in the same manner as the right.
"And as much as I wish to be rewarded," his lips murmured over her skin. "With my own pleasure hopefully...but I am not deserving. Reward me or punish me as my Lady sees fit. I welcome both equally and accept her decision whether I please or disappoint you."
He returned to tease her clit, though not as intense as before, and slowly started to try and kiss his way up her body."