Boticelli couldn’t have painted her better— the Venus sprawled across my bed. She watches me through hooded eyes as I slowly undo the buttons of my white dress shirt. Her red hair cascades across the pillows and she lazily moves a hand to brush a ringlet out of her face. I can’t take my eyes off her. Drinking her in. She’s the most magnificent creature I’ve ever seen. A goddess among mere mortals.
As the last button comes undone, my shirt slides to the floor. *Hmmm.* She bites her lip appreciatively as I shimmy the undershirt over my head. I take a deep breath as my chest comes free, noticing the glint of the light on the bars in my nipples.
“Pants,” she murmurs. I oblige. Raising an eyebrow, I slowly undo my belt, sliding it through each loop of my dress pants. It makes a wonderful whipping noise as I pull it free, and we both shudder with anticipation– *too soon, not yet, later.* I hold the eye contact as my fingers deftly unbutton the black pants, allowing them to slide down my legs. I step out of them, a welcome addition to the puddle of clothes at my feet.
Venus reaches for me. I reach back. I crawl up the bed, between her legs, kissing every inch of her milky white skin until I reach her mouth. We melt into each other. Her lips are soft and responsive, her breath is hot as she slides her tongue into my mouth. She bites my lower lip. My hands explore her, feeling how soft and smooth and supple her skin is. The curve of her hips, the indent of her waist, the rise and fall of her chest, the arch of her back.
The passion ignites in my stomach, and my fingers grow more insistent in the need to feel her beneath me. She gasps as I bite her neck, gentle at first, then more territorial. I can feel her pulse in my mouth, rapid and full of lust. My hand tangles in her fiery hair, pulling from the roots to expose more of her throat.
As I kiss and bite and suck towards her collarbones, her breathing becomes ragged. Her nails scrape my back, urging me on. I leave hickeys across both breasts, memories of where I’ve been. I take her nipple into my mouth, delicately holding it between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue. She moans. Roughly squeezing her other breast and feeling her arch against me, her hands on my skin, I draw circles with my tongue.
Her encouragement is all I need. I want nothing but to worship my Venus, to please her, to cherish her.
Kissing down the soft curve of her stomach, her fingers curl in my hair. She giggles as my curls tickle her, as I pinch her side to make her laugh out loud. I bite her hipbone– *who’s laughing now?* She gasps and moans in affirmation. She spreads her legs and I nibble at her inner thighs, making her squirm. She’s so sensitive and I can’t resist any opportunity to give her more pleasure. As I kiss further and further up her thighs, the squirming intensifies. And so does my teasing.
A lick, a gasp, and I’m back to leaving hickeys on her thighs. She groans with displeasure. “Stop teasing.”
I smirk, biting her. *I’ll do what I want.* The goddess isn’t having it. The hand in my hair wrenches me into her, pulling me into the wet center between her thighs. This is what she wants, and this is what she gets.
I grip both thighs, kissing down the slight swirl of pubic hair. Feeling how wet she is. Tentatively, I run my tongue between her lips, up to her clit. She shivers, pulling me closer. Enthusiastically, I oblige. I take her clit into my mouth, skimming its underside with my tongue, feeling her warmth begin to radiate in my mouth. She moans and I continue, sucking on her labia and creating all kinds of different patterns on her clit with my mouth. The more she gasps and moans and pulls my hair, the more I respond in kind. Anything she wants, she will, of course, receive.
I can feel her getting closer and closer, and I suck her clit into my mouth and build even more pressure and pleasure for her. Sucking and playing with her with my tongue, she moans my name.
“Fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” She yells.
*Mmmm, yes, cum for me, goddess.* I think.
She bucks her hips into me, using my mouth for her own pleasure. She pulls at my hair. She arches her back. She curls her toes. Her orgasm fills my mouth.
Worship never felt so good.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g6y6hp/butch_for_femme_queer_pov_body_worship_oral
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