#sigh... yeah

"it's better now," he hums, letting you undress him. your bedroom is dim, and you're wearing nothing but a frilly little night gown that would be so easy for him to rip off you. as his own clothes hit the ground, he meets your lips for a kiss halfway.

his body guides you to your shared bed, carefully laying you down, treating you as if you're as delicate as a flower. his body is glowing, radiating his lust for you in that moment. he cautiously grips his hands onto your calves, keeping your legs wide, kissing them gently. he eyes your bare cunt, groaning at the smell of your perfumed body.

after a long day of being treated like a god, he says to you: "let me worship you, my love."

he kneels as if he's at an altar, tracing the tip of his nose on your inner leg, grazing his warm lips over your sensitive thighs. his mouth pressing against your warm folds, kissing and pecking at your clit while his arms continue to pin you in place.

his tongue works feverishly, laced with passion as it laps up your sticky juices. his face is nuzzled between your legs, his moans vibrate on your sex. you can feel yourself coming to a breaking point, as he continues to draw circles with his tongue.

the repetitive, pleasurable motion only sends you closer to the edge, as all you can hear is the sloppy sounds that echo in the room. he eats away like he's been starving, like this is his death row meal.

"sugu..." you whimper, reaching for his hair, trying to ground yourself as you cum on his mouth. he drinks it up, letting his tongue creep into your hole, getting every sweet little drop.