one last time

vii

smut warning - feel free to skip to the next chapter... or not ;)

The penthouse had an open floor plan, but the bed "room" was tucked in the back next to the windows. A king size mattress lay lowered in the middle of the stone floor. Satin sheets and velvet pillows were strewn about in a sea of crimson and charcoal. You abandoned your silk robe on your side of the bed, crawling in to get cozy underneath the covers. Hans was still standing, transfixed.

"You're beautiful," he purred with a voice as smooth as the bedding.

"You've seen me naked a hundred times, silly goose. Get in the bed," you smirked.

Hans dropped his bathrobe and crept beside you.

"You're already hard," you noticed.

"I'm already- I'm sorry, how on earth could anyone see you splayed out on their bed looking like a goddess incarnate and not get hard? I'm throbbing, darling."

"Well then, let's not keep you waiting," you moved towards him, but a strong hand met your sternum, stopping you in your tracks.

You watched, confused, as Hans knelt between your legs. Oh.

Wriggling until you found a comfortable spot to lay amidst the pillows, you teased your lover by giving him a swift kick in the buttocks.

"Ouch- what was that for?" he rubbed his backside as you shook the tower of pillows with rolling laughter. He chuckled to himself, grabbing one of the pillows and flinging it at your head.

"Hey- no fair!" you exclaimed, hurling one back in his general direction. You were about to chuck another straight as his head when you felt his tongue lick a stripe up your thigh.

"Okay, now that is no fair. I think you have an advantage..." you trailed off as Hans placed kiss after kiss on your lower abdomen.

He nibbled the sensitive flesh between your thigh and your stomach, leaving you stirring beneath his lips. Both of his hands raised to thumb your hip bones.

"I know these hips would birth beautiful babies," he sighed.

You squirmed as he swept his beard across your sensitive folds.

'Jesus Christ, Hans- the b-"

"The beard, hmm?" he continued grazing his chin against you, "you like the beard now that it's convenient, don't you?"

"I've always liked th- oh-" Hans took your clit into his mouth and sucked, shutting you up. You bucked into the sudden increase in stimulation.

"That's my girl," he hummed, "I utterly love making you squirm."

You whined as his voice vibrated through your core.

His lips parted to make way for his tongue. He lapped at your folds, entering to taste inside. His nose brushed your sensitive clit, eliciting an eager moan. You fisted his hair in your hands, pulling him closer and grinding up onto his nose. His tongue pumped in and out, flicked from side to side, and stroked up and down.

God, is he ever good.

He picked up his pace as you wreathed under his mouth.

"Hans, I'm-"

He pulled away, leaving you exasperated.

"No. Not yet. You will cum when I tell you to."

You groaned.

Hans raised to his knees and you jumped at him, quick to repay the favor. You grabbed his cock and put it in your mouth before he had the chance to fully process the switch that had just taken place.