āseriously, baby. youāre killing me. ām trying to be good, but youāre making it so hard. making me so hard.ā
the chirpy, upward inflection in satoruās voice was at odds with the underlying desperation. with your ass hovering mere inches above his face, your view was restricted to the expanse of his chest and lower regionsābut you could imagine those iridescent baby blues and the jut of his pout all too well. what you could see, however, was how violently hard he was: the conspicuous bulge straining against his slacks; metal hardware fighting a losing battle against the sheer scale of his arousal.
āyou know i hate being teased⦠meanie.ā
rich, coming from the biggest tease ever. but again, your boyfriend was always such a whiny baby in bed. with your palms braced against his pecs, you could feel the frantic pitter-patter of his heart. despite knowing you held all the power, you were still unable to bring yourself to commit to the descent.
āi... but what if,ā you stammered, hamstrings burning from the effort of hovering. āwhat if i break your nose? i donātāā
āreverse cursed technique, remember?ā as if to underscore his eagerness, satoru blew a sharp, hot jet of air directly against your clit. the sudden stimulus had an undignified squawk escaping your throat.
āsee? youāre so ready for me, yet youāre still making me beg.ā he tutted, before flicking his tongue upward, roving the tip of it down the sensitive seam of your folds. ācruel. soooo cruel. stop overthinking it and just sit on my face already, pretty please? put a man out of his miserāmghmph!ā