[Her nails pressing into his thigh get a groan in response, and he's so hard it hurts. She's taking him deeper, and he softly curses at the feeling of her tongue up against him.]
Bels, it's good. Please, don't stop.
[She had said she didn't mind the nickname, so it felt safe to use. One of his hands unclenches, and he's able to hold back enough to prop himself up on his elbow to look at her. She's looking at him, and their eyes lock.]
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Bels, it's good. Please, don't stop.
[She had said she didn't mind the nickname, so it felt safe to use. One of his hands unclenches, and he's able to hold back enough to prop himself up on his elbow to look at her. She's looking at him, and their eyes lock.]
You're so good at this.