*entering her with his tongue was no option; it was a strong muscle for sure, but not really build for making her feel more than the slightest of stretches; no, his tongue could do a lot more!; and fueled from her moans and the shivers he felt as he held on tightly to Natalie’s legs, the Swiss native flattened his tongue as much as possible, raking it through the wetness above him; simply upwards and downwards movements were altered when he circled her lips with his tongue, flicking it teasingly against the by now hardened clit, only to trail it back down her wetness in a zig-zag movement; alternating, he placed kisses along the hot skin, using the time to breathe, filling hungry lungs with enough air to attach his lips to hers again; slowly, he worked his way up to her clit again, and as his grip around her thighs tightened, short nails digging into Natalie’s flesh, he wrapped his lips around the sensitive little nub, sucking on it*
*her nails were dug not only on the couch but also on her own thigh; and that skin was already full of marks due not only to her nails but also to Antonio’s; she could feel his grip around her body tightening, his tongue working on multiple directions on her lips and clit; that was rare, a man taking so much time on eating her out like that; usually they would just lick her once or twice, more of preparing her than actually giving pleasure; but that wasn’t just any man, that was Antonio, her fiancé, her king, he did that for her and her only - obviously no one else would have the pleasure to even get closer to him - and that made Natalie feel so loved, so good; her head still thrown back she moaned louder than before, her legs trembling and her breath heavy; she dug her nails deeper into her own thigh, letting out a long, loud moan as she came on his lips*
*Natalie was never stingy with her moans, and that was one of the things he enjoyed during sex the most; as being deprived from one crucial sense, he focused on the others even more, and while Natalie could hardly do anything for or against her own scent, she must know what the audible cues she gave him did to him; of course she knew, Natalie knew everything; once more he made this long and slow movement with his tongue, stopping at her clit, but the next strokes of his tongue were all concentrated around her entrance; first, he only circled her inner lips, occasionally brushing his tongue over them, sparing her sensitive cit completely; but after a while, his lips came to his tongue’s aid, and he tugged at the wet skin in front of him, sucking on her lips lightly while Natalie’s juices already flowed down his stubbly chin*
*the blonde held onto the couch strongly, her other hand over her thigh, nails digging into her own skin, leaving marks as she tried to calm down, but there was no way she could do it; her eyes were still closed as she threw her head behind, moaning aloud, the sound echoing through the empty room; the feeling of his tongue all over her lips and clit was overwhelming, to say at best, and there was no way the blonde could keep quiet while feeling it, and she didn’t need to, because she knew how much Antonio liked when she was so vocal, and when it came to him she had no problem on doing everything she could to pleasure him; she clenched her fist again, moan after moan escaping her lips as she got closer to an orgasm*
*that was his cue; tightening the grip around her, his arms now hooked over her thighs from behind her, the man pulled Natalie down until she basically sat on his face, and with his vice-like grip, he made sure she stayed there; the scent was almost overwhelming, and now he had the unmistakable prove that giving him head and talking afterwards had left his fiancé aroused and wet; only probing at first, he stuck out his tongue, trailing it through the wet lips over him, from one end to the other, ending the motion with a quick flick of his tongue against Natalie’s clit*
*she moved her body, adjusting her legs on the small space of the couch; the blonde looked for a place to hold on to, as she knew she would be trembling in just couple of minutes, and although Antonio’s grip on her thighs was strong she also needed a place to hold; and so with one hand she held on the backrest, the other fist clenched, resting over her thigh as she felt Antonio’s tongue on her wetness; she closed her eyes, trying to control her breath as a small moan left her lips, her hand holding on to the couch strongly*
Okay, who the hell allowed me to watch so many tv shows? I feel like I won’t do anything else in my life.
*involuntarily, he pulled a face, scrunching his nose as he felt the soft and silky fabric on his skin; for the lack of ‘This is not a ___’ reference, he stayed silent, picking up what proved to be Natalie’s underwear from his chest; immediately, the sweet and distinctive smell from around the blonde’s lower area hit his nose, and the scrunched nose made way for a grin; dropping the panties to the side of the couch, he reached out for her, seizing what he thought was one of her thighs* Come. *was all he said as he pulled her closer, but as she apparently wanted to straddle him again, he didn’t let her, using both his hands to guide her further until she knelled right over his face*
*only now Natalie noticed that they weren’t in their bedroom, but in the living room, the tv show still paused, waiting for Natalie to finish watching it; that was so… different; but still, did it even matter where they were having sex?; they had already had sex in the barn, with the dogs very closer, and in middle of their killings, with corpses and blood all around, why having sex in the living room (again) would be different?; the blonde let him pull her closer, and as he guided her to kneel over his face she smirked, bending down just a little to touch his cheek, caressing it* Be bad.
*giving her a little taste of what could come along with him pleasuring her, he let out a groan; his whole body stung from burning marks again, and he knew that it would be ten times worse once he showered and scrubbed sweat and grime from both working out and sex from his skin; but it was worth it! even more so: it was desired!* Natalie… when have I ever been a good person? *with a smirk, he sat up, forcing Natalie with him since her weight clearly wasn’t enough to keep him down; but then, he sank down again* Thinking of it, I am lying quite comfortably right now. *and so, he seized her hips, pulling at her clothes* Take it off.
*that groan was everything that she needed to feel even more turned on than she already was; Antonio didn’t need to act a certain way or to do certain things to make her feel excited, but those sounds that he made during sex had a very strong effect over her, all he needed to do was groan and she felt her whole body heating up; when he sat up, forcing Natalie to do the same, the blond looked at him, a smirk on her lips when he lay down again; moving from his lap she got up, taking off her sockets and pants, throwing them on the already formed pile of clothes that was by the side; then, after taking off her panties she threw them over him, a playful chuckle echoing in the room* Took it off, now what?
I am not like other man. *he said, unnecessarily; Natalie knew that, otherwise she wouldn’t be with him; people were selfish, Antonio had learned from a very early age on, ad he was no exception, he had learned the only one that mattered was himself; no wonder other man wouldn’t want to go down on a woman unless it would allow them to fuck the respective girl afterwards; But his queen didn’t deserve such treatment; anyone! but her!* But yes… Very lucky. Tell me, Natalie, do you want to be lucky right now?
No, you’re not. *Natalie agreed, speaking against his skin, her hand still clawing on his shoulder; of course she knew that Antonio wasn’t like other men or otherwise would she be with him?; just like she wasn’t like any other women, they truly completed each other, different from everyone else, better than everyone else; because in her mind there wasn’t anyone in the world better than the couple, and it was just a matter of time before the world realized it; she moved her head to look at him, a smirk on her lips* Only if you promise me to be bad to me, my king.
*he opened his mouth to reply, stating that she could enjoy his body all she wanted but that this didn’t make any statement about him; but instead, he only poked out his tongue, wetting his lips, while one of his hands found her hair; that had taken long today… but he nevertheless loved the feeling of her silky strands running through his fingers* You, Natalie, don’t have a penis. That’s the difference. I wouldn’t say ‘going down’ on a woman in general is disgusting, it’s just… unnecessary. Why would I do that, give pleasure I do not gain anything from? With you, it’s different. I don’t need to fuck you, I like tasting and smelling you on it’s own as well.
*she chuckled, shaking her head slightly before she kissed and licked his neck again, tasting his skin; she would never get tired of it, of feeling his heated skin under her fingertips and tongue, tasting it, teasing it with her teeth; she was addicted to his body and she had no problem with admiting it; the blond bit his neck playfully, one hand on his shoulder, nails scratching it; all that talk turning her on again* That’s what most men think, though. But I’m lucky that my fiancé thinks about my pleasure, right? *she dug her nails on his shoulder, biting his neck stronger than before*
Nope. *he confirmed; interpersonal interaction was something very very high on his list of things NOT to do; having someone close, for kissing, sex, sleeping next to each other, that all had been unthinkable until he met Natalie, the few times he had sexual intercourse with a woman being more than redundant; smirking, he let his hands wander up Natalie’s body as she showed off her skill on his neck* You know I don’t give anything about sex. I got my satisfaction from killing, I didn’t want to stoop down to such petty things. Past tense, that is. All in past tense! *because Natalie changed it all* You say it’s easy. For me, the thought of doing something like this is… disgusting. Me liking it is an understatement though. *and of course she only did that for him; she was a queen, no whore*
*she chuckled, getting distracted with kissing his neck and his shoulders; Natalie always liked sex, no shame on admiting it; she liked the contact, the fun and the feeling of a man inside her, but she had never felt so glad to pleasure a partner like she felt with Antonio; she wanted to make him feel good, to make him come; and besides sex she loved when he held her like they were now, his strong arms wrapped around her, making her feel so protected, so loved…* It better be on the past tense, because it would be a shame if I had such a hot fiancé and didn’t enjoy his body, right? *chuckling, she kissed his neck again* You only think it’s disgusting because you’re straight, Antonio. Or do you think going down on me is disgusting as well?