❛ i want you in my bed and between my legs. ❜ alice & eros
rarely did alice demand something out of eros the way she just did. the ask, the command still echoed in his mind as his fingers traced the bump of her ankles, winding around panties and gently tugging them off her feet.
“i want you in my bed,” and she just asked so nicely, red lips surrounding heated words in a whisper - as if she was nervous to make such a request; as if she had never made such a request in her past. it made eros’ skin hot to know just how much her purity could be tainted. She had not even shared a mere kiss with anyone before him. His fingernails curled at the thought of being the first to explore her with his tongue and teeth, to be the first to awaken hidden pleasures that would make her tick.
“and between my legs.” he was still impressed at the fearlessness in his little dove, all wide eyes and lips and legs parted. how could he not honor such a bold desire? Eros’ fingernails fluttered up Alice’s calves, his thumb lingering in the space behind her knees. His tongue joined the trail, swirling slow, open-mouthed kisses against the backs of her thighs.
Alice was trembling so deliciously already, and he had barely even touched her. he could sense heat blending with butterflies beneath a smooth stomach. she was panting, taking small quick breaths that stopped with a small “o-oh -” as kisses moved to inner thighs. the pads of his index and middle fingers gently touched alice’s folds, receiving a squeak and a jerk in response.
Eros stopped and looked up at her, met her lidded gaze and drank in beautiful, blown pupils. a god on his knees for a mere mortal, wings flattened in a show of submission. Carefully, Eros slid fingertips down, just barely against her. Yet again, Alice writhed. She wore her reactions so openly on her sleeve, each one filed away easily and permanently into Eros’ mind.
He pulled his hand away and dragged his tongue along the tops of his fingers, sighing in the satisfaction of tasting his little human. she was watching, wide-eyed and breathless. good, eros thought. he wanted her to watch.
Eros breathed out against Alice’s wet pussy, eliciting an exquisite amalgamate of a moan and a whimper, hesitating to flick a dark gaze up at her.
“just remember to breathe.”
“what - oh god - ” eros felt the desperation in Alice’s small hands clutching his head as his tongue flattened against her vagina, sliding up and over her clit. alice’s soft pants and whines only fueled Eros’ eagerness to discover everything she had never knew she loved. she was a dream that only he got the privilege to never wake up from - at least until the early morning of the next day.
