( fixation ) - my muse worships your muse's body // Maurice returning the favor (@sintied)
AN ENTIRE WEEK, had passed since she'd taken it upon herself to give Maurice a handjob one evening after dinner. One of which he'd nearly talked her out of; she'd known he wasn't the most confident in that department, but little did he know Mellie hadn't fallen for a confident man. She'd fallen for him, was dating him, and for once wanted to explore him a little. And he'd enjoyed her efforts (that weren't so hard to achieve) immensely, well worth her talking him quite literally out of his jeans.
Granted, they hadn't officially made love just yet, but it didn't mean the blonde wasn't up for some fun with her boyfriend all the same. Now there had been a mention of him returning the favour, and so patiently she'd waited.
It'd started as normal kisses to her face--much like the time he'd got his revenge the time she'd bombarded his face. Except Maurice worked his way lower and along her neck, in the next moment leading her to their bedroom.
From there his lips were pressed to her collarbone, that was until both realized her clothes were in the way. Figuring out what, at least somewhat, was he was up to, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. At which point he resumed the kisses, to her breasts, stomach, arms and right above the waistband of her jeans.
Shifting around on the bed and with his help, she wiggled out of said jeans. The only things were the matching black bra and underwear set, her eyes filled with adoration and wanting more looked up at him.
He continued lower and lower still, all of which had her gasping for air in the best ways possible. Suddenly glad that this was the little preview that he was getting of her body. One of which she hadn't felt was too attractive, just average really. Even though he kept voicing so in-between his affections to her skin 'you're beautifuls' and 'gods i'm so luckys' every so often.
Yet it became unclear how far he was willing to go, what with his kisses going farther and farther. A kiss to her hip here, a kiss to the inside of her thighs there. However, what was clear was the way her hands would reach up into his hair whenever they could and of course kiss him back when the kisses reached her lips once more.
Oh, she could certainly get used to this sort of treatment. No doubt about it.