she likes everything about you — how you laugh when she peppers kisses on your exposed tummy, how you try to rub against her thigh when she’s kissing you with tongue, how easy it is to melt into you and your touch.
“please, sho — been wanting you all night.”
she doesn’t like it when people call her sho, but she’ll make an exception for you — your breasts rise with every breath and you glow under your warm, dim lighting, she wants you just as much.
she goes down on you, then — her eyes on your face as she swirls her tongue on your clit. laps at your wet pussy. she appreciates your dry swallow, your breathless moans, how you mess up her bangs, the way your hips thrust up into her mouth with desperation.
she’s never felt more wanted.
“fuck me, sh-shoko, you’re so good at this.”
and she can’t help but smile, grip your thighs.
“wanna try something else out?”
you’re about to come — you don’t answer her question, your eyes are rolled into the back of your head, the hand that isn’t gripping her hair is on your clit — and she feels like the sun is about to explode in her chest.
she guides you through your orgasm with her tongue and gets on her knees after — unbuttons her pants and throws them by your bed, starts taking her shirt off.
she likes everything about you — from your little pants to the way you taste. she likes how she can see more with you.
“you’ve got me entranced, baby.”
and she proceeds to show you just how much.
