『 TASTE. 』 for my muse to use flavored oil or lube on your muse : luca + yasira
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( @heatthens ) / yasira & luca
yasira couldn’t stop thinking about luca. no matter what she did, he lingered somewhere in the back of her mind. it started with him seeing her at work, her pulling him back to one of the vip rooms. after that, it felt like something that had been going on for months. he’d travel for work, and she slowly started texting him. keeping things casual, wishing him good luck before games sometimes. she didn’t know how to admit she wanted more than that. she was nervous. didn’t want to push too far and scare him off, didn’t want to risk anything at work.
and eventually something in her shifted. that part of her that held back started to fade. there was something about his patience that got to her. the way he never pushed, the way he let the tension build slowly. but honestly, she was tired of not getting what she wanted. that’s why she found herself up late texting him.
yasira: when are you coming back home? yasira: i want to see you… somewhere more quiet this time. yasira: my place?
she tossed her phone onto the bed, immediately feeling out of her mind for actually pressing send. maybe it was too forward. maybe she was doing too much. she almost convinced herself to ignore her phone completely -- until it buzzed. right away. her eyes widened, heart racing as she slowly picked it up. he agreed. instantly. only took a few minutes. now it felt real. holy shit. he said he’d be home tomorrow night.
the next night, yasira caught her reflection in the mirror, a little shocked at how long she’d spent getting ready. the makeup, the lashes, the tiny skirt -- she was making a point. she had this whole plan in her head, how she was going to show him exactly how much she wanted him. when he showed up, she barely gave him time to step inside before pulling him in, her voice already light and flirtatious. “how was your game?” she asked, tugging him closer. “how was the flight back?” her fingers hooked into his shirt as she walked him backward toward her bedroom, hardly letting him kick off his shoes. “did you miss me?” she asked and loved hearing him tell her yes. luca looked a little thrown off at first, like he was trying to keep up, but he adjusted quickly, letting her take control of the moment. “are you exhausted? do you have any energy for me?” her tone softened, almost hypnotic.
when he asked what had gotten into her, she didn’t hesitate. “i’m just...tired of waiting. i want you.” and she knew she had made him wait. all those times he’d touched her, and she never gave anything back. not like this. she led him to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head slowly and paused. wow. she realized she’d never actually seen him like this before. it caught her off guard, heat pooling low in her body. “don’t want to make you wait anymore.” her fingers trailed down his torso before she pulled her own top off, letting it fall.
she pushed him onto the bed, climbing over him immediately, straddling his lap. luca didn’t hesitate, sliding her skirt off, her thong following after. her lips crashed into his, and god -- it felt good. better than she expected. she’d denied herself that for too long. her hand slid down into his sweatpants, tugging at the fabric, feeling the hardness beneath it. she let out a small breath, squeezing him, loving the way he reacted. “take this off,” she nearly begged. “i want to make you feel good.” she barely paid attention while he undressed, already leaning toward her bedside table. when she settled back onto him, they were completely bare, skin to skin -- and that alone nearly unraveled her.
yasira slid down his body, luca propping himself up on his elbows to watch her, her eyes never leaving his. “you ever try it before?” she asked innocently, almost too eager. “it’s lube,” she told him. luca immediately cutting her off, joking that he didn’t need help getting her wet. she rolled her eyes, laughing softly. “not like that. i mean -- on you?” he looked confused. “it’s flavored,” she added, shrugging. “strawberry. my favorite. i just thought maybe we could…” her voice softened, trailing off. “have a little fun. here -- just try it.”
she placed a small drop on her thumb, bringing it to his lips. he hesitated, curious but unsure, and she liked that about him. that he was willing. that he let her have some fun. “just.. ” she paused, pressing him gently back into the mattress. “lay down.” her hand wrapped around his length slowly, savoring the weight of him. she let a few heavy drops fall over the tip carefully, watching his reaction to the coolness. her expression flickered, something more mischievous now. both hands moved over him, slow at first, then more deliberate. he only got harder beneath her touch. “more?” she asked, adding a few more drops.
“i want to taste you,” she whispered, hovering just above him. she lowered her mouth slowly, the sweetness of the strawberry hitting her tongue instantly. she liked it. yasira hummed softly, feeling him react beneath her, her eyes lifting to meet his, heavier now, full of need. she pulled back briefly, spitting lightly over him before taking him back into her mouth, deeper this time. her eyes watered slightly as she adjusted, her pace building as she found a rhythm. the lube mixed with everything, dripping from her lips as she moved faster, more confident now. her chest tightened when she noticed how much he was enjoying it, the way he spoke, guiding her, reacting to every movement.
when her nose brushed against his pelvis, she could feel it -- he was close. his legs tensing, his hips shifting with urgency. her free hand moved beneath him, squeezing softly, pushing him further. her gaze stayed locked on his, even as tears blurred her vision, makeup running down her cheeks, her mouth messy with everything she’d built between them. she didn’t slow down. if anything, she pushed harder, more intent, like she wanted all of it. to milk every drop.
and when he finally broke, she stayed there, taking everything, swallowing it down as the sweetness lingered on her tongue. yasira hummed softly, encouraging him, drawing it out as long as she could. her body reacted to it, heat pooling between her legs, her own breath uneven as she finally pulled back.
luca reached for her, brushing her hair from her face, taking in the mess she’d become and how much she seemed to love it. yasira fell back onto the bed beside him, both of them catching their breath. but it didn’t last long. he shifted over her, hovering now, the lube in his hand this time. yasira narrowed her eyes playfully.
my turn.
and she laughed, parting her legs without hesitation, ready to give him anything he wanted.