seashells woven in your hair

you knew that rhett didn’t care what you wore, he could watch you flounce around the house in sweat pants, a baggy shirt, and no bra and still find you wildly sexy. he never requested lingerie, he was perfectly content with your cotton panties and simple bras. however, you wanted to do something extra special for his birthday, so you’d bought a gorgeous blue lingerie set to model for him. the color reminded you of his eyes, which was what originally prompted you to snatch it off the store rack in the first place.

now you admired the set in the mirror, hands smoothing over the satin fabric. you felt hot. satisfied with your outfit, you finally turned on your heel and sauntered out of the bedroom. you found rhett on the couch, his ever fidgeting hands picking at the label of his post dinner bottle of beer. when he heard your footsteps, he perfect up, gaze falling upon you.

then his jaw went slack, eyes moving down your figure, as if memorizing every inch. when you innocently asked “what do you think?” he couldn’t find the words on his tongue to even utter a reply. his speechlessness was made all the worse when you approached him, holding eye contact as you sank down into his lap. “what’s the matter, baby? cat got your tongue?”

“fuck, you’re…you’re unbelievable,” he gasped. when you kissed, it was messy, salacious. tongues delving into each other’s mouths, wet and sloppy. his hands explored, traveling over the satin of your lingerie. when your hips shifted against his lap, you felt him, already hard against the fabric of your panties. truth was, he’d been hard since you whispered in his ear that you had a surprise.

“wanted to make you feel extra special, birthday boy,” you cooed. your hands skimmed down his chest, over his abdomen, heading for his belt. when you slid off his lap to kneel between those strong legs of his, he groaned low in his throat. you knew how much he loved when you sucked him off. though he never demanded it, it was one of his favorite things. now he got to watch you, kneeling in a gorgeous lingerie set, ready to take him in your mouth.

touch deliberate, you ran your palm over his cock, still in the confines of his jeans. thick and insistent, it twitched beneath your hand, and it sent a jolt of molten desire between your thighs. “you’re so hard. bet it hurts so bad.” the way you looked up at him, through your lashes, took his breath away. “don’t worry. i’ll make it feel better.”

“shit,” he groaned, as you unbuckled his belt. “y’can’t say stuff like that.”

“why? afraid you won’t be able to last?” you teased. then you pulled the zipper of his jeans down, and he moaned low in his throat.

“s’exactly what i’m afraid of.”

“guess we should put that to the test, huh baby?” you kitten licked his cock through his boxers, before you patted his thigh in a silent motion for him to lift his hips so you could get his jeans down. he complied immediately, shifting to allow you to pull the denim aside. then came his boxers, and soon, his cock, heavy and hard, sprang free. your mouth watered at the sight.

your nails lightly scratched at his thighs as you leaned in close, holding eye contact with him as your tongue darted out to swirl around the glistening tip of his cock. then, your lips wrapped around it, suckling softly before the pressure grew more deliberate. rhett swore under his breath, fighting the urge to thrust upward.

this was your favorite part. just teasing him, suckling at his pretty pink tip until he was squirming underneath you. you knew he wanted to grip the back of your head and shove you down fully onto his cock, but he always exercised self-control and let you go at your own pace, unless of course you gave him the green light to use your mouth as he please. tonight, you planned to treat him to the latter.

as you released his dick with a soft pop, you rested your cheek on his thigh, looking up at him with the softest, most innocent eyes you could muster. “want you to fuck my face.”

his lashes fluttered, mouth parting. “really?”

“really. my mouth’s all yours to use. so go right ahead.” at that, your lips parted, tongue lolling out, awaiting his next move.

“you pinch my thigh if it gets to be too much, y’hear?” he cautioned.