It's unexpectedly endearing to watch him fumble over his words just a little. She can't tell if it's lack of experience, eagerness, or shock about her coming onto him like this - perhaps a bit of all three? - and that only makes the reaction all the sweeter. She's not going to deny, though, not for a single second that he says he's wanting and not while she feels that call in her blood that came from an unexpectedly hard but good fight.
"You should. It'll be easier for us both if you're the one to take them off." She chuckles before pecking his cheek and getting off the bed so he can have that proper space to get off his trousers. As soon as he's kicked them off, she sinks to her knees in front of him and starts tending to the last few inches of bruised flesh below his waist and around his hip. The longer she's down there, the closer she leans, until her lips are a mere inch from one of the scars on his chest. Her breath is hot as her hands continue their work and it's clear she's only waiting because she's able to hold herself back.
"It feels like you could use something to ease some of your stress. You're tense, Tyler. Relax." A breath, and she gently presses her lips to his scar, then an inch below, and then another lower. "I've got you, though you can tell me at any time if something is too much." Consent and enjoyment are paramount to her, and if anything's wrong for Tyler, then it's wrong for them as they do this. She trusts he'll speak his mind if that comes to pass.
Well, assuming he has any mind and ability to say something when she's got her face between his legs. Dreams only know if that'll be true.
He loses the trousers enthusiastically fast, the only hesitation coming a split second before he shoves them down. He doesn't pause all that long, whatever may be after he reveals his entire body to Amelia will shape the rest of the night, he guesses.
Bare now in front of her, his eyes drop to his own body, to his swollen, hard clit jutting out over his pussy lips. There's no hiding how aroused he is, but if there had been any question, he's slick between his folds too.
"Tense?" He says and then almost seems like he's incredulous. "Sure, if we can call that 'horny' too?"
Hornier the lower Amelia drops those kisses, his clit aching for a touch. He shudders visibly, lips parting and his breathing starting to pick up as he realizes she hasn't even said anything about the fact he has a pussy and not a cock. She's still working her way down between his legs regardless and he takes that as a good sign.
"They can coexist. Nothing's stopping that." The tension is likely from the suddenness of all this and the fact that his body's been so thoroughly abused. Tending to the last of the marks she hasn't yet gotten to will help some, but getting him off will likely help more. Orgasms are wonderful for distracting the body from a number of ailments.
She's quiet as her hands continue their work and her lips continue to descend his chest. Eventually she sets aside the cloth in her hand, finished with everything she can easily reach on him, and presses one hand to his shoulder and touches the other to his hip. Her face is lightly flushed with wanting as she looks up at him. "Lie back," she encourages in a husky murmur, giving his shoulder a gentle push. "Let me take care of you first before I put myself over you and allow you your chance to touch."
Dreams, she does want to be touched right now, but with the way he's breathing and the slickness she can already see between his legs, she's distracted enough to wait. Let her simmer in her own needs a bit longer; it'll be all the sweeter to have his hands and lips on her after she's had a chance to taste and tease him.
"Relax, and trust me to take care of you." Another little push, and then she dips her head lower to press her face directly between his legs so she can swipe her tongue slowly over his pussy to enjoy that first, sweet taste. It makes her shudder with pleasure and moan softly, a short prelude and warning before she dives in fully to explore and find those first few places that make him shiver.
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Date: 2025-07-03 06:17 pm (UTC)"You should. It'll be easier for us both if you're the one to take them off." She chuckles before pecking his cheek and getting off the bed so he can have that proper space to get off his trousers. As soon as he's kicked them off, she sinks to her knees in front of him and starts tending to the last few inches of bruised flesh below his waist and around his hip. The longer she's down there, the closer she leans, until her lips are a mere inch from one of the scars on his chest. Her breath is hot as her hands continue their work and it's clear she's only waiting because she's able to hold herself back.
"It feels like you could use something to ease some of your stress. You're tense, Tyler. Relax." A breath, and she gently presses her lips to his scar, then an inch below, and then another lower. "I've got you, though you can tell me at any time if something is too much." Consent and enjoyment are paramount to her, and if anything's wrong for Tyler, then it's wrong for them as they do this. She trusts he'll speak his mind if that comes to pass.
Well, assuming he has any mind and ability to say something when she's got her face between his legs. Dreams only know if that'll be true.
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Date: 2025-07-03 10:02 pm (UTC)Bare now in front of her, his eyes drop to his own body, to his swollen, hard clit jutting out over his pussy lips. There's no hiding how aroused he is, but if there had been any question, he's slick between his folds too.
"Tense?" He says and then almost seems like he's incredulous. "Sure, if we can call that 'horny' too?"
Hornier the lower Amelia drops those kisses, his clit aching for a touch. He shudders visibly, lips parting and his breathing starting to pick up as he realizes she hasn't even said anything about the fact he has a pussy and not a cock. She's still working her way down between his legs regardless and he takes that as a good sign.
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Date: 2025-09-20 07:10 pm (UTC)She's quiet as her hands continue their work and her lips continue to descend his chest. Eventually she sets aside the cloth in her hand, finished with everything she can easily reach on him, and presses one hand to his shoulder and touches the other to his hip. Her face is lightly flushed with wanting as she looks up at him. "Lie back," she encourages in a husky murmur, giving his shoulder a gentle push. "Let me take care of you first before I put myself over you and allow you your chance to touch."
Dreams, she does want to be touched right now, but with the way he's breathing and the slickness she can already see between his legs, she's distracted enough to wait. Let her simmer in her own needs a bit longer; it'll be all the sweeter to have his hands and lips on her after she's had a chance to taste and tease him.
"Relax, and trust me to take care of you." Another little push, and then she dips her head lower to press her face directly between his legs so she can swipe her tongue slowly over his pussy to enjoy that first, sweet taste. It makes her shudder with pleasure and moan softly, a short prelude and warning before she dives in fully to explore and find those first few places that make him shiver.