"You're a nightmare," Xanthippe huffed, brushing her hair back, "so that shouldn't be difficult."
He wasn't a nightmare. She was just snarking because she felt comfortable enough to do so. And, anyway, it didn't last. Now that she was on the floor, now that she was at this distance - or lack of it - from his cock, she only had focus for one thing.
She shifted closer. Then reached to wrap her slim hand around his shaft, so much more assured about it than she had been a year ago. And while a part of her (really, to her own surprise) was a little impatient to get her mouth fully on him, he'd asked for teasing, and so that was what he was getting. She began with kisses, just pressing her lips against the side of his cock, not touching the head at all. First one side, then the other, and parting her lips only enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath between the softness of her lips, but nothing else.
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He wasn't a nightmare. She was just snarking because she felt comfortable enough to do so. And, anyway, it didn't last. Now that she was on the floor, now that she was at this distance - or lack of it - from his cock, she only had focus for one thing.
She shifted closer. Then reached to wrap her slim hand around his shaft, so much more assured about it than she had been a year ago. And while a part of her (really, to her own surprise) was a little impatient to get her mouth fully on him, he'd asked for teasing, and so that was what he was getting. She began with kisses, just pressing her lips against the side of his cock, not touching the head at all. First one side, then the other, and parting her lips only enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath between the softness of her lips, but nothing else.
Not yet.