GOLDEN MOUTH

FEVER

Tawny awakens from her sleep abruptly, something like a moan and a sigh on her lips and wetness building between her legs. She's so aroused down there that it feels swollen.

It's dark in her apartment, only her in here, no other guests. No sign of visitors. She has half a mind to feel shameful so she runs with it, especially when the remnants of her dream returns to her.

It is...interesting. Very.

As soon as she remembers, she wishes she can forget but that's impossible. Even with her eyes shut in an attempt to go back to sleep, she recalls more of the events that transpire until it's hard to ignore.

She must face the music.

There is no preface or build up, in this dream she's in a bedroom, on her back, with her head resting on Jagger's thighs, chills forming on her naked skin but only because she's anticipating. He hovers over her, down to his boxers with a wicked smile on his lips, even upside down and close proximity, he looks perfect.

"Hi pretty," Jagger says, hands on either side of her face and comes closer until his top lip is perfectly aligned with her bottom lip. He stills, a teasing light in his eyes, seeing if she'll be patient, good, and then nips at her bottom lip with his teeth.

She lets out a sound of frustration, grabbing the back of his neck so he'll kiss her properly but he pulls away,

"Ah, ah, ahhh~" He lowers his lids, "Tell me what you want,"

She doesn't hesitate. "Your tongue,"

"Mine? You sure?" And he smiles wide again like he knows something she doesn't.

He kisses her with quick little pecks that does nothing but annoy her so she takes matters into her own hands, holding his face in place and opens his mouth herself, sucking on his tongue like she asked for. He groans.

Tawny lets him go when her mouth gets too wet but the pulsing between her legs doesn't stop. Jagger reaches over her body like he hears it too and spreads her legs wide. Her mouth gets so excited at the thought that his lap is in her face, she's already groping him through his sweats, hand a tunnel for him to rut into.

"I say I wanna take things slow and now we're about to sixty-nine," he tries to sound playful but his voice is a little hoarse now. He spreads her legs wider, "Fuck she's so wet, isn't she?"

"Bet I can get it wetter."

Then it's Nav dragging her closer to him by her thighs. And now it's a nightmare. Tawny's consciousness is so quick to grab hold of her that she almost wakes up in that moment but he grins, gold grillz blinding and starts lapping at her folds so intensely, she skips three breaths.

"OhhhMmmm,"

"Mhmm," he hums into her, "mhmm."

His soft lips against hers has her balling the sheets up in her fists and looking to Jagger for mercy, literally whining to him.

"Feels good?" Jagger asks, pushing her hair back from her face.

Mindlessly she nods, momentarily impaired by pleasure.

Nav doesn't hold back in any sense, curving his tongue inside her and then swirling against that special bundle of nerves and she's damn near trying to escape the sensation but they're both holding her down.

Nav pulls away, prods inside of her with his fingers, a slowness that makes her ache. He licks his lips indulgently. "I've been waiting to taste you. Cry and scream all you want but I ain't letting up,"

And he eats her while he fingers until she begs Jagger to turn her loose.

But Jagger just laughs, one hand on her breast, the other at her throat when he claims her mouth, "It's alright, angel face, let it out," he soothes. "We'll take care of you."