𝓞𝓷𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰...
❝I want you baby,❞ the deep whisper slipped past my lips, and she closed her eyes when my nose traced the faint pulse against her neck.
Her scent was deliciously sweet: a clean vanilla custard fusion with an opulent, creamy infle...
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☾• 𝐑 𝐀 𝐑 𝐄 𝐒 𝐙 •☽
My fingers wrapped around the stem of the honey drizzler dipped in the rich, golden substance, biting my lip as the sticky liquid drizzled over her breasts, my hand moving to make some thin calligraphy over her nipples and valley.
Yes. Fuck yes.
I circled her dark nipple with it and she moaned softly, making my blood pump downwards within seconds. I could feel the twitching and if I didn't bend her over here, someone was going to pay.
Moving it to the other nipple, I pressed it against the perked bud, admiring the way her mouth parted in pleasure at the thrilling sensation. She was so sexy, I could die.
I admired the glistening honey against her lush, sepia skin, and she giggled when I ran the honey drizzler over her bottom lip, coating it before putting into my mouth. I hummed, sucking the honey off before placing it down.
In no time at all, our mouths merged and her sweet moan synced with my deeper one, our impatient tongues intertwining the moment our mouths gaped to savour the euphoria.
The saccharine flavours of the honey and hazelnut ice-cream that she had been having was a divine fusion against my taste buds, inspiring me to trap her tongue, allowing the taste to linger before I moved to nibble and suck on her bottom lip.
I couldn't get enough of her.
Moving down the slope of her jaw to her chest, I licked every inch of her velvet skin, suckling in the process to capture the honey. And to demarcate my territory, of course.
"Oh yes, Rareșz," she gasped when my mouth hovered over her nipple, my hand moving beneath her breast to push it up and define the pretty bud for me.
I kissed it gently, a shiver coursing through her body and her back arched to allow me more room to work with. I was fucking enjoying this.
I kissed it again, this time my tongue slipping out to slide over the tit. She whimpered, her hand tugging my hair gently as a desperate plea. A plea that I suck her nipples till she couldn't feel them.
And I did that. The saccharine taste of the honey made the pressure of my tongue increase, her melliloquent moans amplifying with each passing second. This was something I'd imagined too many times to count.
As I softly bit down on the opposite one, my other hand ventured up her thigh, feeling the augmenting heat and when I moved further up, her moisture slid over my finger.
"Fuck, you're drenched," I groaned, and Kamaria bit her lip with a naughty giggle when my eyes widened at her, "baby, where are your panties?"
"I took them off after my shower thirty minutes ago. I forgot to carry extra ones—" she couldn't finish her statement when I cupped her pussy, her arousal dripped onto my palm. That alone was so fucking sexy.
