♧Resshucia♤

The two of you are bundled up together to fight away the lingering chill of winter that hasn't yet melted away. His many arms are strewn across you and hold you close to his fluffy chest.

You're currently reading on your kindle, immersed in a story. Sylvester, however, has other plans. As much as he enjoys being with you as you are now, he desires to be closer.

You feel his lips drag up your neck lightly and stop at your ear.

"Darling," he whispers, voice soft as a feather. You only hum in acknowledgement. He ever so slightly grasps your earlobe between his teeth. Your body tenses momentarily at the sudden change in demeanour.

"Mmmm, have I ever told you how much I adore you?" He rumbles on, "You're so warm and sweet and so so soft," his many hands begin to wander. One only rubbing gently on your stomach, another tentatively brushing up against the underside of your breast through your shirt and the lowest one inching down to rest at your hip possessively.

"My darling, my beautiful, beautiful girl," he positions himself to sit up slightly on his knees to be over you whilst his hands gently pull you to lay down on your back. This allows him to better press sloppy wet kisses along your neck, sucking the blood to the surface and occasionally dragging his teeth over the saliva slicked skin.

You discard the kindle gently on the bedside table and sigh softly.

"Where did this come from, huh?" You try sound teasing, but your voice pitches at the end when a particularly harsh suck is planted to a sensitive spot of your neck.

"Does there need to be a reason? I just adore my partner- as anyone else does," he murmurs, eyes avoiding yours as they trail down your body. He becomes more confident, hands now pushing up your shirt whilst simultaneously tugging down the band of your pants tentatively.

Eager and needy, his face dives back down to your neck, sucking kisses and nibbling lightly onto your skin, trailing down to your collarbone. He sucks bruises to the rise of your breasts as he manages to hook his fingers into your panties as well and drag them down your hips and past your ass.

The cold air hits your upper thighs and makes you shiver. He pulls off your pants all together and discards them on the floor to properly sit himself between your thighs- a pair of his strong arms holding them apart.

His wings flutter behind him, twitching in eagerness as he stares down at your bare cunt with mesmerised eyes.

The hands on your thighs rub gently, as if to prepare himself and figuring out just how to please you tonight. His other pair of hands hold you by the hips and waist, keeping you steady.

His face inches closer to the apex of your thighs, hair tickling the chitin on his face, the two of you rubbing off on each other. He inhales deeply and exhales satisfied.

"My perfect, perfect girl. So soft, so warm- Augh, I must taste you," he chitters out the last words roughly before he's using his thumbs to spread out your labia majora to properly have access before licking a thick stripe right up your entrance to your clit.

The sensation makes you howl lowly, bottom lip between your teeth as you arch back on the bed. One of your hands has made it to the back of his head, fingers interwoven with his silky locks, yet careful not to touch his antenna. Your other hand rests above your head as your eyes squeeze shut.

"Oh f-fuck, Syl-" you moan his name out yet try to keep quiet. His pace quickens from before, tongue lapping up at your folds and occasionally dipping into your cunt and squirming around, curiously worming at your sensitive walls.

"So- so delicious, my favourite- my favourite dish in the whole world," the sharp point of his nails dig into your thighs, and the pain makes you gasp softly in delight.

"Louder- ngh, fuck- louder, my love," he urges, lips moving to lock around your clit and suck. Your toes curl, and you grunt out louder in satisfaction.

Overcoming whatever doubt or shame you had residing in you, the hand you have at the back of his head pushes his face further into your cunt where your hips start to sway back and forth. The heavy moan he let's out against your cunt tells you enough.

Riding your cunt against his face allows the ridges to bump against your clit, making your high approach quicker.

"Oh- oh fuck- Syl!" You warn before you feel the coil inside you snap and your legs shake in his hold. Your vision blurs, but looking down at him between your legs in this moment makes him look like an angel.

You smile giddly, body feeling light yet your bones as tough as gelatin. When his face pulls back and your vision goes back to normal, you can see how drenched his face is, hair dishevelled, and pupils blown wide. His smile matches yours, gummy and all teeth.

He rises and leans in where you both kiss, tasting the salty, bitter remnants of your desire against his tongue and lips. Your bodies entangle with each other's, his numerous hands finding home in the creases and dips of your body.