pressing my lips to your inner thigh. slow. warm. taking my time.
“please.” barely audible against your skin. pressing another kiss higher. “please can i… please let me make you feel good.”
your hand finding my hair. stroking slow. “yes, baby.” warm. gentle. “go ahead.”
the permission making me . pressing more kisses up your thigh. the other one. taking my time getting there. everything feeling slower and warmer and more present than usual.
mouth finding you finally.
“good girl.” your hand still moving slow in my hair. not guiding. just resting there. “just like that. you’re doing so well already.”
staying completely focused on you. learning every place that makes your breathing change. finding what works and not moving from it. not thinking about anything except this. except you. except how good i want to make you feel.
“so good baby.” your voice low and warm above me. “taking such good care of me.”
working you steadier. feeling you get closer. your thighs pressing gently against my shoulders. hand tightening slightly in my hair.
“you’re doing so perfectly.” you moan out. “don’t stop. just like that.”
feeling you cum. staying there. working you through every single second of it until you’re pulling me up to you.
pulling me into your chest immediately. arms around me. pressing a kiss to my hair. my forehead. finding my mouth. kissing me slow and warm.
pulling back. cupping my face in both hands. looking at me.
“i’m so proud of you.” stroking my cheeks with your thumbs. “so so proud baby. you did so well.” pressing a kiss to my forehead. pulling me back close. “my good girl. so perfect.”