The flecks of gold in her otherwise emerald eyes held my attention - enough that I could read the burning curiosity behind them, the sense of wonder and passion that she spoke silently with just a look. A soft rosy blush along the apples of her cheeks, dark spider-leg lashes brushing against my hand as she leaned into it, nosing at the palm. “What do you want, princess?” I asked, drawing fingertips along her jawline. With a playful huff and a Cheshire grin, a wet tongue began lapping at the underside of my thumb, drawing it into her mouth, only to pucker her lips around it, sucking softly. “Well…” was all I could say, my own lips tightening into a smile.
"Is that all?" a brow perked as her hands rest against my arm, wrapping fingers around my wrist to keep me in place. "Baby…" I muttered, shaking my head, enjoying the attention, but aching because of it. "Teasing isn’t nice." I warned, my own digits pressed at the underside of her chin.
She let out a low whine, eyes opening to glance back up at me; the curiosity in them stronger, the lust more evident. “Use your words…” of course, I had a thumb hooked against her bottom teeth, surely they would be hard to form. What came out, instead of a sentence, was a string of incoherent babble and a glob of slobber that hung from her lips in a clear string.
While watching the way the drool dripped, I hadn’t noticed her wandering hands rising up my legs and fussing with my belt, but the sudden cold I felt against my legs was harder to ignore. There wasn’t a need for me to speak, I simply hooked my thumb harder, watching her with a curious smirk of my own. Those slender fingers curled against the fabric of my boxers, snapping the elastic band slightly and smiling - I wasn’t as amused. Pouting a bit, my thumb still planted against her teeth, she tugged them away, letting her eyes wander down my chest and go wide, watching the reactions she drew from me.
For a moment there wasn’t much movement, simply her eyes locked on my cock, and my eyes locked on her lips. When I finally let my hand fall from her face, she instantly leaned in, brushing the tip of her nose against me, glancing up at me with the sweetest ‘Please may I' look I'd ever seen. I didn't need to give her more than a nod before she let her lips part, her tongue slicking back along the underside of me, much as she had with my thumb. “Teasing isn't nice.” I reminded her, firmly - my fingers threading into her hair, giving a gentle tug.
Of course, being the playful brat that she was, she couldn’t resist nipping gently at me, making my nose wrinkle and fingers lock tighter into her hair, tugging harder. Forcing her head back only slightly, I glanced down at her, silently urging her to be good. These were her favorite warnings, the ones I delivered with a glare, rather than a growl. Still focused on my features, she let her tongue run along her bottom lip, hands rising to take hold of me, fingers dragging about my length, instantly making my grip I held on her slack.
There was a soft whimper from her lips when she placed the delicate kisses along me, before wrapping those painted lips around my cock; leaving bright pink lipstick smudges along my flesh as she worked. I let out my own sounds; nothing like hers, deep groans and soft growls, enjoying the slow torture she was subjecting me to. The way her cheeks puffed out and and sucked in, leaving little dents where dimples would be. The way her tongue slid up and down, swirling to match the pace at which she moved. The way her eyes didn’t close - not once, they stayed locked on me, watching my reactions.
Occasionally she’d let out a low moan, the vibrations skittering along my flesh, leaving goosebumps to rise down my arms. She couldn’t keep the slow pace long, soon enough she was moaning louder, sucking harder, letting her tongue slip quicker. Each movement garnering new, louder sounds from me, fingers weaving tighter into her long, silken strands, idly helping to keep her pace.
When my growls turned into moans, she stopped moving, forcing herself to take as much of me as she could handle, her tongue sliding faster, enjoying the way I twitched against it, and the hot liquid it forced down her throat. Huffing and puffing, both hands against her head, I let out a long satisfied sigh, and sucked in a deep, painful breath. My body sensitive, my nerves on fire, her tongue still fucking lapping at me, making sure I was clean before she pulled back.
And when she did, her eyes still filled with curiosity, her voice soft and delicate as she spoke. “Did I do good?” her bottom lip was caught between her teeth while watching me carefully, hoping not to see any tinges of disappointment cross my features. “Perfect, princess.” I muttered lowly, still struggling to calm my erratic breathing. Her face lit up, beaming bright with pride, blushing redder than before, lipstick smeared along her lips. “Lay down, kitten.” fingers waved, directing her to the bed. “Good girls get rewards.”