Arianna blushed deeply, the flush of red spreading over her face and down her neck as she was sure she felt his lips curl into a smile against her lower ones. She was fighting a losing battle to keep her breathing regular and was softly panting through her open mouth even though only his lips were touching her slick nethers. The position, coupled with who it was, was enough to have her terribly aroused. She was trying to keep quiet, to at least make him work for it, but with her tiny frame bent and at his mercy she did not know how much longer she could last. A ghost of a smile flitted across her lips when she felt him adjust her position to reduce the strain. It was not necessary as she trained for flexibility but she appreciated the gesture, the care that he paid his victim. Still, he was not letting up and his hands still held her tight. Arianna was also pleasantly surprised by Sean's technique and skill. As with everything else, even when pleasuring her he was precise and methodical. The noises he made sporadically told her how much he enjoyed himself between her legs but unlike the few lovers she had he did not simply dive in and sate his lust. Sean's tongue moved with surgical precision and a lazy grace as though he had all night to wring orgasm after orgasm from his already shivering little lover. As disciplined as she was, Arianna knew that he would break her and she would be crying out helplessly in pleasure, she just did not know when.<br/><br/>His tongue alone seemed content to be her undoing. The way it moved and teased and seemed to be able to find her move sensitive spots with unerring accuracy was making it hard not to cry out. Her small perfect teeth had already clamped onto her lip hard. The slight pain and she forced closure of her mouth were so far stifling the cries that she would have otherwise let slip. Her bright, if at the moment unfocused, eyes squeezed shut and her legs tensed as the pleasure began to build. Her hands curled into small fists as he held her wrists. The way his tongue was moving and even the way his nose and chin caressed her sensitive flesh made it unbearable. The amount of wetness she felt was so wonderfully lewd but Sean only seemed to savour it. Her head tossed back and forth as if she was shaking her head no. It was a futile denial of the inevitable. She was trying to force herself to believe that she had a chance to resist the insanely skilled oral ministrations of a man that she had dreamt would find his way into her bed for months now. This was her fantasy come true, even the part with her immobile and him torturing her with pleasure. She only hoped that, unlike her fantasy he did not stop with her teetering on the edge. That would break her and have her begging for him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>