She leaned down, hands lightly on his shoulders. “Hands and mouth, my darling. You are so very good at that. Then, perhaps, I will allow you to take yours. You do wish to please me, do you not?”
Victor nodded then licked his lips before scooting forward a little and setting about pulling down her pants and underwear. Her scent hit his nostrils and he inhaled, the aroma invigorating him. Then he spread her legs a bit so that he could have better access and ran his tongue over her. Out of habit his movements were slow, meaning to be tantalizing but soon he probed at her entrance with a finger before inserting his index finger. Both his tongue and his finger were moving at a slow, even and steady pace.
Before long, she was having to use his shoulders to keep her balance, head thrown back against the raw pleasure of it. “Victor, ohh,” she chanted, raggedly. They would definitely have to play this game again, because god! the result was glorious. “More,” she told him, fingertips digging into his shoulders. “I /want/ you.”
Victor was losing himself in her pleasure and at her chants he licked and sucked at her clit, quickening the pace of his finger and adding another. The feel of her nails digging into him sent wonderful pinpricks of pleasure through him and his hunger for her grew. At her last comment he paused and looked up at her, his chin and mouth moist and he was panting. “You want me to fuck you m’lady? With my mouth and fingers or…?” His eyes were big and dark as he looked up at her, the dark black pupils nearly obliterating the colour of his eyes. He also became aware of the not so dull throb coming from his cock.
“Strip,” she ordered, pressing a hand to her chest, over her racing pulse. “Bedroom. Now.” She couldn’t find articulate words. Even though she had just given him orders, she couldn’t resist bending down and seizing his mouth, kissing painfully hard.