i am the firechild: On the doorstep…
Oz continued, gradually sucking and tugging harder before he couldn’t do it any rougher. He then kissed and nipped up her chest and neck, but as…
“I’m like a trained puppy,” he muttered, before nodding, then kissing her neck while trying to think of what to do.
“You’re more brains than a trained puppy,” she reproved. stroking his hair nonetheless. “Come now, is that the best you know?”
“Ahhh, good, /so/ good.” One hand stroked down to his back, planing over shoulderblades and spinal nodes.
Oz continued, gradually sucking and tugging harder before he couldn’t do it any rougher. He then kissed and nipped up her chest and neck, but as soon as he hit her neck he bit hard.
The pain pulled a cry from her, mingled with a snicker. “Getting ahead of yourself, there,” Summer murmured. She jerked on his hair, dragging him away from her neck. “I’ve not begged yet.”
She couldn’t help the whimper when he moved upward, feeling like his mouth left behind sparks of electricity. “Oz,” Summer breathed. She sank her fingers into his hair, scraping long nails over his scalp. Her hips twitched upward.
He licked up her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard on it, biting and tugging gently. Oz then repeated the action with the other.
“Ahhh, good, /so/ good.” One hand stroked down to his back, planing over shoulderblades and spinal nodes.
Under his hands she slowly relaxed, purring softly, closing her eyes and writhing slightly. By the time he was kissing her thighs, she was moaning, every nerve in her skin aflame. “Mmmm, Oz. Very good. God.”
He kissed as far up as he could without making contact, sucking gently on her thigh. Oz then slid his hands upward, kissing his way up to her chest and massaging her breasts harder than before.
She couldn’t help the whimper when he moved upward, feeling like his mouth left behind sparks of electricity. “Oz,” Summer breathed. She sank her fingers into his hair, scraping long nails over his scalp. Her hips twitched upward.
Nipping at his collarbone, Summer murmured, “First, you touch me all over.” She looked up through her eyelashes, soothing her tongue over the mark. “Massage me, make me relax, then tease me with hands and mouth — try to make me beg.”
He nodded, turning over so she was underneath. He leaned over, kissing her deeply and massaging her breasts slowly, gentle at first before moving down to run his hands over her torso gently. Then he rubbed to her hips, moving down to her legs. Oz took time on her inner thighs, leaning down to kiss them and up close to her entrance.
Under his hands she slowly relaxed, purring softly, closing her eyes and writhing slightly. By the time he was kissing her thighs, she was moaning, every nerve in her skin aflame. “Mmmm, Oz. Very good. God.”
Summer bit at his mouth, answering his moan with a little growl. Breaking the kiss, she murmured, “Are you going to be a good boy now? When I ask for something, I expect to get it.”
“Yes ma’am,” he muttered, grinning a little.
Deliberately, she laid on him, then slid off to one side, leaving an arm and a leg draped over his body. “You wanted to mark me. Now’s your chance to earn that privilege.”
“And refresh my memory: how do I do that?”
Nipping at his collarbone, Summer murmured, “First, you touch me all over.” She looked up through her eyelashes, soothing her tongue over the mark. “Massage me, make me relax, then tease me with hands and mouth — try to make me beg.”
Summer bit at his mouth, answering his moan with a little growl. Breaking the kiss, she murmured, “Are you going to be a good boy now? When I ask for something, I expect to get it.”
“Yes ma’am,” he muttered, grinning a little.
Deliberately, she laid on him, then slid off to one side, leaving an arm and a leg draped over his body. “You wanted to mark me. Now’s your chance to earn that privilege.”
This laugh was a much more girlish giggle. She pushed him over, climbing on top of him. “Aggressive you want now?” She kissed him to prevent an answer, pressing her hips to his and drawing nails down his skin.
He let out a soft moan, kissing back deeply and roughly. His hands came up to get a soft grip on her back.
Summer bit at his mouth, answering his moan with a little growl. Breaking the kiss, she murmured, “Are you going to be a good boy now? When I ask for something, I expect to get it.”
“Oh, much.” Reaching out, she ran her hand along the line of his body, smoothing over his hip and tugging him closer. “A fine figure of a man, you are, but can you do aught with it?”
He nodded, sitting back down on the bed. “I think I can if you put some effort into it as well.”
This laugh was a much more girlish giggle. She pushed him over, climbing on top of him. “Aggressive you want now?” She kissed him to prevent an answer, pressing her hips to his and drawing nails down his skin.
Summer chuckled, drawing away slightly. “You just want me to do all the work while you lie back and feel superior. But that was not the suggestion you agreed to.”
He chuckled, standing up and inching down his pants at an easy pace. “Is this better for you?” he asked when they were around his ankles. He then stepped out of them.
“Oh, much.” Reaching out, she ran her hand along the line of his body, smoothing over his hip and tugging him closer. “A fine figure of a man, you are, but can you do aught with it?”