Guess there's no need for them to be mutually exclusive.
[ It's at this point that Tim's fingers fold between Ann's, as he readily accepts her free hand. ]
You are both, and I'm just babbling...
[ Well, he can't really continue speaking, or let alone focus on speaking, given the circumstances.
The twofold sensation of Ann's ministrations, her hand and mouth acting in unison, thoroughly disarms him. From one distinct yet consistent feeling to another, Tim's beside himself in pleasure, groaning with each stroke of Ann's hand, every bobbing of her head. He bucks up slightly once more, yearning for more of Ann, more of what she can give him. Ann's bound to notice how conspicuously tense he is below the waist, how clearly he's anticipating the next sensation that'll drive him over the edge.
Until that moment comes, until he can finally do away with all that tension, he's thoroughly entrenched in the present. His eyes never stray from Ann for long, even as she looks down in full focus. His hand tightens around hers, as his other hand - no longer stroking the side of her cheek, now that her movements are a little more involved - strokes the back of her shoulder, the space between her shoulder and her neck, and so on.
As much as he's the recipient of Ann's generosity at this moment, Tim hopes he's adequately expressing his appreciation. ]
omg lol it's okay!
[ It's at this point that Tim's fingers fold between Ann's, as he readily accepts her free hand. ]
You are both, and I'm just babbling...
[ Well, he can't really continue speaking, or let alone focus on speaking, given the circumstances.
The twofold sensation of Ann's ministrations, her hand and mouth acting in unison, thoroughly disarms him. From one distinct yet consistent feeling to another, Tim's beside himself in pleasure, groaning with each stroke of Ann's hand, every bobbing of her head. He bucks up slightly once more, yearning for more of Ann, more of what she can give him. Ann's bound to notice how conspicuously tense he is below the waist, how clearly he's anticipating the next sensation that'll drive him over the edge.
Until that moment comes, until he can finally do away with all that tension, he's thoroughly entrenched in the present. His eyes never stray from Ann for long, even as she looks down in full focus. His hand tightens around hers, as his other hand - no longer stroking the side of her cheek, now that her movements are a little more involved - strokes the back of her shoulder, the space between her shoulder and her neck, and so on.
As much as he's the recipient of Ann's generosity at this moment, Tim hopes he's adequately expressing his appreciation. ]