OOC here!
Dhiate felt the strangest urge to pull his mistress closer, yet he also wanted to push her away. He loved what she was doing to his body, yet hated what he must do to her own though she seemed to love it.
He felt a small satisfaction when he heard her gasp, saw her nod. He let his tongue dance alongside hers, pressing close before she pulled away to yelp. He caught his breath at the reprieve, chest rising and falling rapidly. Gently, he helped her with his hand not in use and began to tug her pants lower, the tips of his fingers stroking her leg. He felt her hands at his waistband and he closed his eyes.
So this was it. He would have sex with his mistress whether he liked it or not. He opened his blue eyes to see her desperation. He wasn't exactly sure what it was about, but he kept his smile cool. He removed his hand from her fold and wrapped it around her hips. He pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth, pushed his tongue out slowly and drug it down her jaw, her neck, traced her collar bone before he let up.
Dhiate felt his pants drop to the ground. Suddenly, his member was touching her bare body. He placed both hands and her hip and gently pushed her to meet his body. He was willing, if this was what she wished.
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