To touch a Deity is such an honor- a blessing.
To have Them stretched out before you as your hands brush Their skin, to just barely touch, because how could you possibly dare to sully something so Divine?
But They don't have to ask. This is what you are here for. They lean back, baring Themselves to your attention, watching you.
From Their lap, you start with Their arms. From the top of each of Their shoulders, your hands trace the shapes Their muscles make, reverent, your lips follow to trail kisses along the same lines your hands make, down to Their hands. They use these to touch you. Your lips press against Their palm and trail soft kisses to the pads of each of Their fingers, before you exhale a soft, shuddered breath as you pull away to move on.
Delicately, you trace your hands down Their torso, shifting your body to settle between Their legs as you kiss and lick your way downward. Your fingers flex into Their thighs as your lips and tongue dance across Their belly, nosing into soft flesh, feeling the tension under Their skin.
As you move down Their legs, you glance up at your Deity's face. They're still watching. Always watching. There's heat in Their gaze, a hunger you've experienced before. But you're not done yet, and They are waiting.
Your breath ghosts over Their skin as you shift backwards, giving you space to raise Their legs as you make your way the rest of the way down Their body. Your teeth graze over the sensitive skin of Their inner thighs, soothed by your tongue, but you're still moving further, to attend Their calves, Their ankles, the tops and soles of Their feet.
When you begin making your way back up Their body in a similar fashion, carefully letting Their legs back down, there are hands in your hair, pulling you, guiding you, to sit back in your Deity's lap. Have you done well? You must have, because as you lean in to pepper kisses across Their face, They only allow it for a moment before
They
kiss
you.
