Bedtime, Part 2 [MF] [Oral] [Slow burner] [NSFW]

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/

His tongue continued to work her clit, gentle, slight touches at first, licking it’s length slowly and tenderly before changing to a harder, quicker stroke, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. Then back to light, gentle strokes. He cycled back and forth through these motions every few seconds, not giving her time to get used to one before switching to the other. The use of his tongue coaxed a number of sounds from her mouth. Long, deep moans turning to sharp, barely audible whimpers in tandem with his changing tongue. How he loved hearing her moan, her noises like a sweet siren song. He heard her speak, her voice light and airy, yet hungry with desire.

“Please…”, she moaned “I.. I want..”

He pulled his mouth from her clit, looking up at her. Her chest rose and dropped rapidly, her breasts rising and falling, rippling as they did so. He spoke in a husky tone.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart”, he reached his mouth in again, his tongue once more making contact with her clit. “Tell me what you need”.

Bedtime, Part 1

She flopped down onto the bed with a heavy sigh, the dull thud in her head consistent. She was tired from a day at work, drained and in need of a good night’s sleep. She sighed deeply as she pulled her top off, the chill in the room causing a cascade of goosebumps to form on her skin. She shuddered gently before yawning, a deep yawn that she stretched through, her arms lifted above her head, the fatigue of the day catching up with her entirely in a brief moment. As she rubbed her eyes gently, she heard footsteps.

“Tired?”, he asked.

She looked up to see her partner standing in the door way, already nude and ready to to get into their bed. He had been working out a lot lately, the definition in his arms and chest becoming more and more apparent each time she saw him topless. Her eyes drifted downwards, lingering at his crotch. She raised an eyebrow at his semi-erect member.

A laugh escaped his lips, she had always loved his laugh. It was something that had attracted her to him all those years ago. That laugh and those plump, soft lips which framed a kind, trustworthy smile.