thinking about how bob’s eyes would widen when he sees you slide down to your knees, his sweatpants and boxers (wet from when he came in his pants earlier) pulled off his ankles with your feverish hands. your hands smooth up the soft expanse of his thighs, and the gentle kisses you press against his thigh have his chest rising and falling with a particular intensity.
your lips curl up into a sly smile as you lay your head against his knee, staring up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes. “is my pretty boy out of breath just from me kissin’ around his cock?”
his eyes squeeze shut as he nods his head hurriedly, his fingers holding desperately on to the mattress comforter.
you let out a cocky chuckle at his blushing cheeks, inching your hands closer to his pulsing length and dripping precum. at the swipe of your thumb across his pretty tip, bob lets out a strangled moan, the sound vibrating from his chest.
“does my pretty boy like it when i tease him like this?”
bob gulps, the desperation in his belly burning hotter with each stroke across his cock. “fuck, yes. please-“ his whines tumble from his lips, and you’re left with no choice but to please the whimpering man before you.
you bring your mouth to his tip, pressing your lips in an array of kisses on the soft skin while bob bucked his hips towards you, relishing in the minute pleasure he’s receiving. your warm hand moves to grip onto his plush thigh, and your tongue begins painting the canvas of his pretty cock.
with each pass of your warm mouth against his cock, bob fought the urge to thread his fingers through your strands until eventually, you took him fully into your mouth. with one hand firm on his leg and the other staking claim on his base, your lips suctioned around his length and bobbed with immense fervor, your hand’s stroke following rapidly behind.
grunts of pleasure escaped from bob’s chest, and the chase towards his high was marked by his insistent whines. “fuck, princess, mmm, you’re too good, mmh. for me.”
your eyes met his, unwavering as his cock bullied in and out of your mouth. your tongue creeped out and traced the vein beneath his cock, and bob could have sworn he could pass out right there.
you popped off of his length with a particular pop, bringing your hand from his base and stroking up to his tip. you pushed off his knees and returned your lips to his, the sweet exchange of infatuation juxtaposing the sinful swipes of your thumb against his leaking tip.
