#hellsentasks

"Yeah," you sigh, and that word alone is spoken heavily enough that he can't help but pout.

"Want to talk about it? Or rest?"

"Rest. I just want to sit on the couch and do nothing. Not think." You toss your jacket over a nearby chair before you plop yourself down on the couch. Your head tilts back, and the sun from the window casts your skin in golden hues. Steven takes one look at you before he knows how he's going to help you relax.

Steven kneels in front of you, his hands ghosting up your thighs. "Can I help you not think, my love?"

You look down at the man between your legs. His big brown eyes looking up at you with hope. "You don't have to."

"Nonsense," Steven says as he already begins unbuttoning your jeans. "I want to."

You lift your hips, allowing your boyfriend to pull your hands and underwear off in one go. "If you're su-" you break off into a moan as Steven wastes no time bringing his mouth down to your core. His hands hold your legs open, holding you at the edge of the couch as he sloppily licks your center. Your hand comes up to play with his hair and he moans right into you. "Shit, that's good."

Steven pulls away with a wet smile. "I'm just startin', hun."

Steven was sloppy at eating you out. And you loved it.

His tongue slipped through your folds, warm and wet, gliding through your center, slurping up all you had. Every bump of his nose against your clit had you jerking on the couch. He threw your legs over his shoulders, pulling your core further into his face and holding you there. His calloused hands squeezed your ass.

"Shit Steven, don't stop!" You encouraged. Each sloppy lick was heaven on Earth. His thumb rubs circles over your clit, building your pleasure up and up and up.

"Give it to me, yeah," Steven moaned. "Show me how good I make ya feel."

"So good!" You cried, fingers pulling at Steven's short curls.

"Show me!" Steven demanded. "Please baby,"

You climax felt different this time, the switch so sudden you couldn't warn you boyfriend in time before you were coming. Your vision went hazy but you could hear it over the dull roar in your ears, the splash, liquid falling on the ground.

Your body felt heavy in the way that only came from sex, particularly good sex at that. Your eyes opened and you found yourself staring at a very wet man.

"Oh Steven, I'm so sorry!" You reached out for your boyfriend, prepared to force your tired limbs to move in order to get him, and the floor, properly cleaned.

"Sorry?" Steven asked with a quirk of his head. You always found it so sweet when he looked at you like that. Wide eyes, tilted head and crooked smile. "That was bloody brilliant, yeah?" Steven sat up and pinned your hips to the couch between his arms. "We're doing that again, baby, this time in bed."