- ̗̀໒ mdni. inspired by is it over now? oral, clit sucking, fingering, face riding, use of baby. idk im eepy sorry for any mistakes
"You know I've been a mess, baby. I need you right now," satorus smooth murmur barely breaches the gooey warmth of arousal drowning your brain.
The way he gently caresses your thighs, shifting on the couch, makes you forget about being miffed that he blew you off days ago. In your head his request is already granted, no need for asking despite the part of you that knows you should be telling him there's better ways to deal with whatevers got him twisted up inside.
Could anyone really blame you for choosing this instead? It's simpler than trying to scale one hundred foot tall emotional barricades, and despite what you tell yourself each time you always pick up the phone, always find yourself bundled into a cab to wind up here.
And he asks so sweetly, those crystalline blue eyes brimming with desire. He knows you fold so easily, both because of selfish lust and because you've given up on everything but this. He can't blame you, after all he forced your hand.
"Been thinkin' about this pussy all day-" he cuts himself off with a throaty groan as he pushes one of his lithe hands between your thighs, cupping your aching cunt and biting his bottom lip in smug satisfaction feeling the wet spot spreading against his fingers.
"Just one taste?"
That's all it takes to have you disregard the few remaining pieces of clothing on your body, standing to shimmy off your damp panties before straddling his chest. He takes his time, kneading the soft fat of your ass, gingerly pushing you to move forward and situate your legs on either side of his head.
Before you can even settle in the position his tongue licks a hot stripe up your pussy, lapping at your arousal and pressing your thighs down fully. You squirm but he holds steadfast, not caring about anything but getting his fill of you.
Your head tips back, hands finding their way into his soft snowy hair, nails scratching against his scalp lightly with every prod of his tongue against your puffy clit.
"Finally," he moans and the slight vibration of his voice makes you grind your hips down against him. Ecstasy drips like honey down the back of your throat, squeezing your eyes shut and whispering his name like a reverent prayer.
"Fuck," he says, barely audible through the slick wet sounds and the way your cunt muffles his mouth. "Always so good."
Higher pitched gasps leave you, floating away up to the ceiling as your body preens from the praise. His hands rub up and down your thighs as he sucks on your aching clit, turning the darkness behind your eyelids into static fuzz. Two of his fingers prod at your soaked hole as you lean forward, slightly lifting and incidentally giving him a better angle to keep teasing you.
You can feel the way his fingers slide in with zero resistance, your body eager to accept the familiar intrusion of him. "Got the prettiest pussy don't you, baby?"
All you can do is nod dumbly above him, eyes rolling back and teeth digging into your lip as you feel an overwhelming pressure build in your tummy. Feeling those long fingers scissoring against your walls and his tongue stroking your clit is all too much, all simultaneously.
"Please, please don't stop-" it's fever pitched and frantic, knowing you're about to tumble headfirst off the cliff.
When his teeth lightly scrape your throbbing clit your eyes snap open, mouth agap in a silent cry as the sugar shell of pleasure cracks and shatters inside your head. Your hips buck messily against his face, no regard for anything but your own pleasure but it's just as satisfying for him to see you breakdown into a hedonistic mess.
It's better, easier this way. Speaking in bodies is oddly enough, far less messy than words. You're his constant comfort, you'll always pick up the phone no matter how many times he breaks your heart.
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