He knelt there, at the foot of the bed, a study in the physics behind potential. Her body spread out before him, a veritable feast of carnal pleasure and perfection.

His hands clawed one last time at his tensed thighs before he lifted them and pawed at the bed and pulled himself up. He touched along her leggings, forehead tingling with the notion of her skin just under the thin fabric.

“I said with your mouth.” A clear authority in her words, he flushed and flustered as he drew back and suited her with his timid verifying stare.

She smirked and giggled, “Just kidding.” A quick wink followed by a playful bite of her lower lip was met with a slight thrust of her hips. His ears pinned back as he bathed in his gentle humility. She lay there and basked in it.

She watched him with the sort of gaze a mother lion might watch her cub practicing it’s hunt. His body sinking down into the tall grass of their bed. His hands spreading out over her thighs and sliding up just past her pants, under the t-shirt displaying his favorite band, he felt her warm smooth skin and ran his fingers along her belly before curling his fingers in under her leggings and carefully working them down, panties in tow.

She swayed gently, more playful than helpful in her movements. Her every movement was imprinting both inside his head and along his rigidity.

He celebrated and savored in the slow exposure of her legs, the way the leggings seemed to peel away. Christmas morning held not a candle to this unwrapping.

As he worked past her feet and helped each out carefully in turn, his attentions returned once again to her bare smooth legs. Such delicate curves and richness, he stared unabashed as his head sunk eagerly down, his nose dragging a moment against her soft right calf before his lips pursed and pressed against her.

Like that first breathe of air after being submerged in water, so it was when his lips touched her. It’s what he needed. Her. Just her and that was so much more than he felt he deserved.

His lips moved along her legs, exploring her body. Working his way up, he could feel her body softening further and opening for him, welcoming him into her.

“Such a good boy.”

They both knew what those words meant.

His manhood hung between his legs. As he worked slowly up hers, it throbbed and yearned but his movements remained a slow burn, stoking the fires within her as he scoured her lands and left nothing untouched in his wake.

Her breathing slowed as her chest heaved up and down. He was well within the insiders of her thighs when her fingers dug into his scalp. Her legs bent and curled in as he felt her toes dance along his lower back.

The air was thick with desire, he knew she wanted him, believed he could climb up the bed and place his… her cock against her sex and she’d relent. But it was his mouth she demanded, commanded. He let the arousal and desire fill his nostrils and felt his brain flood with dopamine as his mouth continued his exploration.

The lion cub took aim and pounced, a gasp hovering over the two of them as she hugged his head within her thighs and his mouth latched on, tongue plunging into her honeyed perfection.

The warm embrace that was her insides pulsed and grew, the room was idle as it was her turn to go rigid, back arching slightly as she closed her eyes and clawed at his head.

His tongue lapped thickly through her lips, teasing up against her clit before repeating the action over and over. Slow sensual nuzzles of his mouth and face against her pelvis as he attentively followed the cues her body gave him.

A frenzy began to take over her, a deep carnal need for more. She was never going to get enough of him. She knew he felt the same. She tried to soften her legs, to weaken her grip on his head, it took nearly more than she was capable of, her voice escaping her before she shuddered and pushed his head back.

“Fuck…” breathless and wanton, “Get up here and lay on your back.”

His face glistened in the soft light of the bedroom. A dreamy glaze stared back at her. He was a perfect beautiful mess of a man, climbing his way up, soft kisses along her tummy before he flopped down aside her on his back.

Her jaw jut out with a determined hunger as she placed a hand on his chest and pulled herself slowly from the bed amid her casual trembles and shivers. She paused briefly, her other hand steadying herself as her hand traveled down his chest, along his stomach. It twisted as just her fingertips lingered on his flesh before she gripped his rigidity and teased it a moment.

“Mmmm, you’re being so patient.”

He was so drunk on her he wasn’t sure if she was speaking to him or simply the head of his cock. It replied all the same, a fresh droplet collecting at the tip and oozing quickly down onto her hand.

A wicked smile spread across her lips as she pulled her hand from his cock and turned her attentions to his face. Her leg lifted then settled back into the bed as she straddled his chest. She towered above him, her breasts still hidden under the shirt she now so clearly owned, just as she did him.

Her hips shifted forward and his eyes traveled down her body. He licked his lips and she simpered above him, suiting him with a gaze fit for a eager puppy.

The hair cascaded down around her face as her upper body shifted into an almost half moon, her desire sinking down onto his waiting face. It was her turn to hunt. Her right hand lifting and dragging her hair back behind her once again as she began to rock. The pestle against his mortar.

His hands could’ve traveled to his neglected cock, instead his fingers and palms found her hips. Her hands finding his as she pulled them from her body and pressed them down onto the bed, just as her pelvis was pinning his face.

Her voice was cathartic and dripping with lust, “I said just your mouth.”