Christine let her head fall back to rest against the back of the chair, her thumb faltering briefly in its rhythm as Spock's tongue explored her folds. It was a heady feeling, looking down to see Spock on her knees before her, her head bowed as if worshipping Christine's body, and it would have made her feel uncomfortable but for the fact that she knew Spock wanted to do this.
She brought her free hand to the other side of Spock's head, twining her fingers in the thick hair and letting them slip free, enjoying the feel of the strands brushing across her knuckles.
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Date: 2010-01-26 08:10 am (UTC)She brought her free hand to the other side of Spock's head, twining her fingers in the thick hair and letting them slip free, enjoying the feel of the strands brushing across her knuckles.