Premise : Body worship with Avis. (avis receiving), nudity, fondling, mentions of love making, no actual sex, more fluff then anything.
Word Count: 850
Content warnings : nudity, body worship, b00bs
⚠️ Minors DNI ⚠️
Ao3 link
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Your senses where filled, your fingertips tracing along her delicate skin that felt of silk. Her bodies warmth seeping into your own. The feeling alone was enough to make you feel deeply connected to her. While the scent of her expensive, cherry scented perfume was filling your nostrils, strong enough to block out other scents, but light enough not to give you a headache. The sounds of her breathy moans, deep, calming. They gave you a sense of peace, that not only you were doing well, but that she was attracted to you. That you mattered to her in some way.
The tip of your nose tracing along the curve of her breasts, to the slight slope of her sternum. The softness of your lips along the pouch protecting her womb within. She was bare, you weren’t bare however. The fabric of your blouse, gliding against her lower abdomen and thighs. Sunlight dancing over Avis’s pale freckled skin, highlighting her features, and accentuating the lines and wrinkles of age. You found them to be remarkable. She was a work of art, a remarkable work of art you adored, and whom adored you back.
You peek up from your view of her stomach, between her cleavage in her order to look at her face. Her eyes were closed, face lax with pleasure. Her hand was gingerly gliding through your hair, silent comfort. Her fingers delicately tracing the back of your neck when she could. Her skin rippling with goosebumps, after your warm lips caress different parts of her abdomen.
No words were exchanged between the two of you. But there didn’t have to be, words were hard and they weren’t needed in this moment. In this moment, it was just your bodies, responding to each other. Connecting in a way intertwines your souls. Hands moving up and down her thighs and calf’s, massaging her soft muscles.
She breathes in, it’s soft, quiet, but you hear it. The sound makes the base of your spine tingle, oh how you loved making your woman feel worshipped. Your tongue starting to peak out every so often, leaving a wet trail against her skin. Carefully nibbling at the soft flesh of her stomach and thighs every so often. Nails carefully digging into Avis’s soften skin. Not deep, not to be painful, simply to hold her tighter. Telling her without words that you were hers, and she was yours.
The sun still bright glowing through her pale curtains, was comforting. However your skin was starting to feel damp with sweat. Not wanting to waste a moment, your hands grab the hem of your shirt and tug it off your head swiftly. Leaving your bra on, lifting yourself up higher. Hands grabbing at her upper arms, while you lean forward. Peppering kisses against her exposed milky breasts. Licking along the curve of her left breast, before biting gentle. Not enough to leave a mark, you didn’t need to.
Her eyes flutter open, doe eyes meeting yours under wispy lashes. A warm smile adorning her scarlet painted lips. Fire red curls draped over her shoulder, some hairs falling into her face. You maintain eye contact with her, while continuing to show your love to her chest. A content sound comes from the back to her throat.
“Aren’t I a lucky gal? You spoil me, my dear.”
Her voice is thick like honey, drenched with contentment and pleasure.
Her well manicured hand starts guiding your skull to her collarbone. A smirk spreads across your lips, while you lavish both sides of her collarbone. Biting at the skin just above, she whimpers slightly. It felt good, this all felt so good. It was like you were both filled with honey, full of sweetness and love.
Your breathing felt labored, your brain feeling fuzzy, carefree. The moments you felt your best was when your body was connected with hers. Avis falls back on the bed, the mattress dipping further under your knees. Taking the moment to catch your breathe, wiping your lipstick that was stuck in-between the crease of your lips. Bending sideways to slide your own heels off, and toss them to somewhere on the floor.
Avis makes an amused sound at your actions. A smirk plasters over her face.
“Impatient dear?
She was teasing, she got off on the teasing, the power, the fun of it.
“For you, Avie? Always.”
You do down again, palms pressing against the mattress on either side of her torso. Your faces inches apart, prompting her to tilt her head and connect your lips. The kiss was a delicate dance of giving eachother oneself, while also teasing one another. Stringing the worship for eachother along further.
This was a form of love making for the both of you. Without the actual sex. This was pure devotion, pure worship.
