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“Eu-Eu-EUSTASS!” you cried out, hair messily splayed out over the satin pillow sheets as you sunk your head deeper into the soft cushion. Fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly as you grinded against his touch, urging him to do more.
“Damn Mouse, chill out. I haven’t even pulled off your panties yet,” came the low, husky voice of your lover. A toothy grin split his face as he teased you with a long lick over the soaked material, causing your hips to buck again. With a laugh, he grabbed your hips with both hands and firmly held you to the bed. “Just ‘cause it’s yer birthday doesn’t mean you can rush me.”
His fingers glided down while he kissed your thighs leaving red kiss marks over your soft skin, hooking the fabric of your lace panties with his painted forefingers before yanking them off. Your gasp was cut off with a squeak as he licked you from slit to clit.
“Mmmm, love it when you make those little noises. Makes me want to devour you,” he whispered into your pussy as you clenched over nothing. “Tch, so greedy. Alright then, since it’s your big day and all—"
Without wasting another second, he plunged his thick, heavy tongue into your aching core. Your hips snapped sharply into his face as you let out sweet, mewling sounds while he lapped up your essence. Vigorously shaking his head from side to side as he ate you out, drawing out needy gasps and moans from you.
Using his sharp nose to press against your clit, he hummed out, “Gods I love the way you taste.”
Puckering his lips over your swollen nub, he sucked it harshly only to give it soft licks to make your shrieks of pleasure turn into babbling nonsense as he licked, sucked, and rubbed your clit. Pushing thick fingers into your neglected core, curling them inside you to massage circles on your slick walls.
“X marks the spot,” you could hear the chuckle rumble in his throat as he applied the perfect amount of pressure with his touch. He rubbed your g-spot with expert fingers, cementing you in place on his bed as he pushed his face deeper into your pussy. His heavy tongue flicking your clit made you spasm as your orgasm struck through your body like lightning. The waves of trembling heat washed over you as he kept up his ministrations to help you ride the ebb and flow of pleasure as your silk splattered on his face.
“Yo-you’re mouth is messy,” you managed to breath out, eyes glassy and half closed from the strong orgasm, staring at his smeared and wet face.
“Hmm, ya think so?” the glint in his eye spelled out trouble. The best kind.
With a devious smirk on his face, he crawled over your body until his face was in front of yours. He pressed his hard, muscled body gently against yours, holding most of his weight with his hands but letting it press into you where it mattered. His hardened length settled right over your still-throbbing center.
“Guess I better clean it up.”
Before you could ask what he meant, his messy, painted lips brushed against your face from cheek to cheek before he dipped down and started kissing you feverishly. You closed your eyes and melted into it, letting his tongue dominate yours while spreading the taste of you in your mouth. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you angled your head to deepen the kiss, letting out soft moans as he held you closer, not allowing either of you to break apart until you were both desperate for air. Finally pulling back, he gave you a wicked smile that immediately had you suspicious.
“Wh-what?!”
“Who’s got a messy mouth now, Mouse?”