touch starved
pairing : william james moriarty x reader
synopsis : a tiny fever, a strict no-kissing rule, and a husband who’s hanging on by a thread until you’re finally well again
content: 18+, smut — fingering, oral, blowjob, lowkey sub william, little bit of plot to build up
word count: 5.7k
note: free will means writing this niche btw is this fandom non existent anm
The morning had only begun to rise when William started to prepare for whatever the day had prepared for him. On the vanity—that is so full of your things—he pats along the creases of his suit, he tightens his tie and secures the last button of his blazer. And at last, he looks every inch of the professor that he is.
He stares at himself through the mirror for a second before his eyes instinctively drift towards the bed where you, his dear wife, sleeps in uninterrupted slumber. Wrapped around the sheets, and your hair stuck in all sorts of directions. And although William would much rather you know that he will be leaving soon for the university, he can’t help but let you sleep in for you look so utterly in peace.
He approaches the bed, puts on knee on the mattress before leaning down and brushing away a few stray strands of hair that covered your forehead. He opts for a forehead kiss as a form of temporary goodbye. He sinks down, letting his soft lips land on your equally soft skin. He kisses gently, as if scared you might squirm and eventually wake up but no, you remain entirely cooped up against the sheets with no knowledge of William kissing you goodbye.
He exits the bedroom, calls over Ms. Athena—your lady’s maid—instructing her that he will be back by luncheon. “Please take care of her until then.” He bids goodbye to the staff before hopping on the carriage to leave for the university.
The manor is quiet, much like any other day, but today is especially silent. There’s no ruckus going on down stairs, Ms. Athena is oddly listless aside from housekeeping duties, Albert and Louis seem to have been freed of their brotherly duties as of now. And it’s disturbing, considering it’s almost eleven and there’s still no sign of the dear missus of the house.
Ms. Athena stands by a vase, picking up wilting petals and changing the water. She’s tranquil for all her duties this morning is merely… changing the flowers. But her solitude is interrupted when she hears footsteps cascading down the staircase, she looks up, sighing when she sees Lord Albert Moriarty clad in his usual attire.
“My Lord.” she calls out, tilting her head to the side. “Is there anything I can help you with, my Lord?” She inquires, finding Albert suddenly leaving his study at such an early hour a tad bit strange because he would usually stay in an undisturbed working state until the hour of luncheon. To think that he has voluntarily left his study is odd.
Albert looks around for a second, hand ghosting against the staircase railings. When he finds no sign of the one he’s searching for, he looks back to Ms. Athena. “And where is your mistress?”
Athena’s smile drops to a frown when she realizes what disrupted the entire rhythm of her usually hectic mornings—her mistress hasn’t gone down from their bedchamber yet!
She clutches her head in her hands before dropping the flowers back onto the vase—wilted or not. Immediately running towards Albert to apologize, “forgive me, my Lord. My mistress dislikes being woken up so I assumed it would be all right to leave her to fend for herself. But it seems like… it has gone overtime.” She sighs whilst looking at the grandfather clock where the time read an incredibly late hour for waking up.
“I shall get her ready for the day.” She bows down before rushing towards your bedchamber. She pats down her uniform before knocking against it. When she hears no response from the other side, she holds the door knob and finds it unlocked. William must have kept it unlocked when he left.
She turns the door knob slightly, “I’m entering, Ma’am.” She warns before hopping into the room. She’s met with utter darkness—the curtains haven't been drawn, the lights are turned off and you’re still buried underneath the layers of your bed.
She sighs at the sight of you lazily sprawled out on the bed. One hand laid across where William’s warmth remained while the other hugged a pillow. She approaches the bed, pulling the sheets off of you only to see you still asleep—not pretending—and resting against the comfort of your warm sheets.
“Madam, it’s almost time for lunch. You’ve missed breakfast with Lord Albert and Sir Louis, your husband has left for university and yet still…” She sighs, unable to contain her disappointment. “I understand you are tired, Ma’am. But you have duties as well.” She subtly scolds whilst folding the sheets and tossing them onto William’s side of the bed.
She sees no motivation from you, and it’s obvious that you’re not willing to get up. She rolls her eyes, “madam. Your husband will be arriving soon, I’m sure Sir William wouldn’t be too thrilled to see you lazing around.” There’s humor in her voice, testimony of the comfort she feels for serving you after many years.
You finally squirm, moving to the side to face her. Your eyes are half-lidded, your cheeks red, and your hair stuck onto your forehead because of sweat. “Don’t go threatening me using my own husband now, Athena.” Your voice is hoarse, struggle evident in your tone and when you try to sit up, it’s almost like your strength has left you because you immediately plop down.
Athena’s eyebrows creased, rushing towards you to confirm something. She pulls you in, putting her forehead against yours and she sighs. She feels the warmth spread to hers almost immediately, that tender, painful kind of warmth—hotness that’s only present in sick individuals.
“You’ve come down with a fever, madam.” She pulls back, unfolding one sheet again to put around you. “No wonder you’ve no energy to wake up and start the day.” She chuckles, tucking you back into where you were just a moment ago—comfortably resting.
“I’ll inform His Lordship and Sir Louis about this.” She stands back up, opening only one light to keep the room from disappearing in the darkness. A small crack of the curtain to let natural light in and the rest is a sanctuary in disguise. “Please have plenty of rest, madam. Sir William will be arriving shortly.”
You sink back into the covers, darkness enveloping you as the door clicks shut and Athena’s footsteps resign to the halls. You’re utterly defeated by this sense of temporary weakness—overtaken with intense fatigue that you have no way of fighting against, and coldness that bites you despite the kind warmth that’s circulating.
Athena makes her way towards Albert’s study, knocking before intruding. The Count looks up from his stack of correspondences, a concerned look washes over his expression because it’s unusual for Athena to confide in him as you rarely gave her any reason to do so. “Is something the matter?”
Athena frowns, “my mistress is indisposed, my Lord. It seems like she has come down with some sort of fever.”
Albert drops his pen down, closing a folder of notices he’s yet to sign before standing up. “I see. I shall call for the family physician.” He nods over to Athena with a reassuring smile, “for the meantime, do take care of her.”
Athena returns the smile, bowing down before pivoting on her heel to turn around but she’s stopped when a thought clouds over her. “I apologize if she cannot tend to her responsibilities right now, my Lord.” She is reminded of the itinerary of events that you should be attending this day and she feels the need to apologize for having to pass those responsibilities to Albert.
Albert chuckles, waving his hand around. “Do not worry, Ms. Athena. I assure you, they are all covered.” Athena sighs in relief, it really is nice to have such a dependable master.
You, on the other hand, are heaving out a sigh of relief. Even though coming down with a fever isn’t the most ideal situation to be in, having an excuse to not attend three parties in one day isn’t all that bad. Networking is important with nobles, and as the new missus of the Moriarty Earldom, you are required to attend as many gatherings as you could to strengthen ties with other families.
You’ve tried ranting about it to William, even talking to Louis about it but they all came down with one conclusion: tell Albert. And Albert is an adamant man who shows no mercy to you—the only sister he’s had that became the sole subject to his endless teasing. And as the reason for your packed schedule, it is only right that it is his job to politely cancel all of them for you are indisposed.
The door opens quietly and you fear that you’ve lost track of time. The bright sun you see through the crack of the curtain tells you that it’s probably almost lunch. You sit up, exhaling a groan when you do so because you feel as though your bones are going to crack any time soon.
“No need to push yourself, Miss Moriarty.” An elderly voice sounds out to you before the lights are turned on. You hiss at the sudden illumination, eyes are yet to adjust to the newfound brightness of the formerly dim room. “You can rest your back against the bed.” There’s a warm smile on their face, they wore a white robe, and a few instruments in hand. Perhaps, a doctor? You think.
You do as you’re told before your eyesight finally returns to normal. She is a doctor. She sits opposite to you, taking out an apparatus before instructing you on what to do. The process itself was uncomfortable, the least awkward thing she did was put a stick of something through your throat to test out something. As far as you’re concerned, she’s an expert, and you’re sick. So you let her do what she had to do, that is, while occasionally coughing out.
“It’s merely a common cold, Madam. Nothing to be worried about. Though it seems like you’re overworking yourself, so it may be best to take a few weeks off from your duties if possible.” She stands up, cleaning up her things before turning to the doorway where Albert and the others stood by watching. “And of course, you need to take medication.”
On the nightstand is a palette of medication—tablets and capsules of vitamins. Your eyes shut close, despair dooming over you. Your shoulders slump ever so slightly before you sink back down under the covers.
Albert notices you from the doorway, a careful smile on his lips before he makes his way towards you. “Medicine.” He starts and your eyebrows crease, irritation growing inside of you. “Ah, my dear sister’s best friend.” He twirls the medicine in his hand, watching your expression with a teasing smile on his lips.
You roll your eyes before standing back up when the physician exits the room, leaving you and Albert alone. “I’m not taking that, Albert.” You look up at him, eyes begging him to change the inevitable—you taking medicine.
But it merely coaxes a chuckle out of him, he puts the medicine down before pulling the covers off of you so that you can be fanned by the natural air. “William wouldn’t be so thrilled to hear that from you, [Name].” He turns around, “now come along. You ought to get ready at least, you still need to eat. And, he will be coming home soon I presume.”
You let out a defeated huff, nestling back into the covers without one bit of motivation to start the day in you after knowing the newfound information with medicine included in it. Medicine, for as long as you can remember, is bitter. And that is all that you needed to know about it for you to hate it—coffee, medicine, anything smeared in bitterness, you dislike. Everyone in the household knew that, even the Cook avoids using bitter spices in your meals.
But William isn’t so very fond of you refusing help. You’ve been sick before, and all those times you relied on your immune system to bring you back to an optimized state. But this fever came with a medicine-bearing physician who so explicitly instructed that you take them. And William would know soon enough about your adamant denial and you know you’re in for some scolding.
“Miss.” Athena’s voice murmurs in your ears and you’re brought back to reality—the reality where you have to get ready, eat lunch, and take that concoction they call medicine. “Let us get you ready.”
In the vanity, you watched Athena through the mirror do your hair. She pulls lighter than usual, constantly reminding herself that her mistress is sick therefore should be handled with greater care. You frown at this, “I’m not a fragile doll, Athena. My hair will come loose if you continue that.”
She huffs behind you, securing the barrette on your hairdo with a tighter pull. “I apologize, Miss.” You can’t blame her, it is after all, her first time taking care of you while you’re sick.
With unsuspecting eyes, you watch her. “Tell me, Athena.” You start, “do you think… William would be mad if I refused to take the medicine?” As if the answer wouldn’t be as clear as the water in the untouched regions of the ocean, you asked her.
She stares back at you with a deadpan expression on her face. “Well, of course he would—”
“But hear me out—!” You interrupt, squirming in your seat making her let go of your hair that she had already bundled up in pieces for your hairdo. “William is my husband, correct? And he has courted me several years ago before marrying, therefore he knows about my constant disdain towards bitter medication, yes? So what reason does he have not to cut me some slack?”
Athena sighs at your rather ridiculous question. She puffs out your hair, putting it around your shoulders so you can see. “I’m afraid his vows outweigh all of those factors, miss.” Ah, his vows—in sickness and in his health.
You sigh, shoulders slumping in your seat before you finally stand up after Athena secures the final button on your dress. It feels airy, unlike your usual attire that consisted of a corset inside. Athena, who is so caring, took the initiative to change you into a much comfortable attire to compensate for your lack of motivation to even get ready for the day due to feeling under the weather.
“Thank you, Athena.”
She smiles at this, a blush spreading across her cheeks when she hears your words of gratitude. She nods enthusiastically before pointing towards the door, “lunch shouldn’t be too long now, miss. Shall we head to the dining area?”
William rode the carriage back home, head leaning against the side watching commoners run amok the streets while protesting against the nobles who dared to trespass their territories. His heart aches for the marginalized, the very people who chose to fight for. He looks away once they finally rode off the slums and back onto the streets that led to the manor.
Within a matter of minutes, his pondering comes to a halt when the carriage box opens. He realizes that they’ve arrived back home, “ah. So soon.” He chuckles before hopping off the vehicle and he’s greeted by the manor’s footmen.
“Welcome back, Sir William.” The footman salutes and he does the same. The carriage leaves with one instruction from the coachman and he’s come face to face with a rather concerned-looking footman. “Miss [Name] has come down with sickness, sir.”
His eyebrows lift up with the recently acquired knowledge about his wife. He hands his leather satchel to a nearby butler before unlinking his cuffs and unbuttoning his outer blazer to relieve himself of the suffocating professor image. “I see.”
He heads towards the drawing room where he supposes you’re staying because Albert is probably discouraging you to stay in your room for the rest of the day with little to no physical action done.
He hears your laugh echo through the hallway leading to the drawing room and a soft smile settles on his lips almost immediately. His shoulders physically slump with the thought of you having fun despite being indisposed. Athena’s voice ripples afterwards and another assured grin falls on his face for it seems like your lady’s maid is the best in her job.
The footman stationed in the drawing room bows when he notices William’s presence nearing. He dismisses him before entering, encasing his footsteps in a silenced cage in hopes that you’d be delighted to see him so early. And alas, he’s correct.
Your face brightens up and you see William through Athena’s shoulder. A beaming smile quickly replaces your frowning expression because you’ve been convincing Athena that missing just one designated time for medication wouldn’t put you through much trouble.
“Hello, darling.” He greets, approaching you with hastened steps, as if he’s been away from you for far too long that his body has begun acting much like a magnet attracted to another. He opens his arms wide, expecting you to dive in them but he’s met with air instead.
You stand by a distance from him, hands clasped in front of you and an innocent smile on your lips—innocent enough that one wouldn’t think you’ve just deprived your husband of his usual welcome hugs. You chuckle from where you stood, finding William’s astounded expression most amusing. “Hello to you too, William.”
His arms drop to his side and he lets out a resigned laugh. “Come on, [Name].” He ushers but you don’t budge. You stay unmoving from where you stood just a tad bit away from him, teasing him when impatience paints over his expression—William is rather demandingly clingy to his wife.
“No.” You refuse. “You cannot be catching whatever sickness I have. Unlike me, you go out everyday and interact with adolescent scholars.” Your reason is ridiculous to him because a mere hug cannot possibly have him catching your fever.
It goes on for at least six days, and William’s restraint is something to applaud for. Every night, you turn to the side, facing away from him, even going as far as to face the wall if you needed to. Even if the cold breeze was too much to handle and all that you needed was a warm hug from your dear husband to lull you to sleep.
But, you were very insistent. You dare not give in to your equally impatient desires to smooch a big fat kiss onto your husband’s waiting lips.
He went to the university to teach without a goodbye kiss from his wife and his students noticed the slightest shift in his mood. Their usually calm mathematics professor had suddenly become stricter—scolding roaming students, and berating student couples who dare to do public displays of affection.
Even if your aching core had begun pulsating with the desire to pounce on your husband every time he came home from the university and stripping himself off the waist coat he wore, you didn’t give in.
All that you could do whilst you recovered from the mild fever you acquired to ease the frustration was to get off in the bathroom every morning while your husband was out teaching.
However as you watched your long fingers getting swallowed whole by your slick pussy, you didn’t exactly feel the satisfaction that you usually would whenever it’s William’s finger who was doing the job. Albeit having slender fingers, you still can't reach the pinnacle of your high, and oftentimes you were merely getting off with the feeling of edging.
The evening was fair and there were hardly any distractions from the outside of the library that kept your attention from the romance book you found laying on one of William’s shelves. You find yourself immersed in the newfound world you read in some fantasy novel that you’re quite surprised to see a part of the family’s library, let alone in one of your husband’s designated shelves.
You let out a gasp when your eyes wander off the letters that vividly depicts a rather intimate scene between the two characters. You feel your cheeks getting warmer and your stomach churning in a familiar circle, you close the book immediately before you get carried away and actually read the entirety of the erotica.
The hinges of the door creak ever so softly and when you look up, you see a familiar blond man entering with his usual propriety. A smile makes its way to your lips when he begins to approach you where you’re seated on one of the library’s sofas.
“I knew I’d find you here.” William beckons you to come forward yet you don’t move. Instead, you let him come to you. “Athena informed me that you’re free of your ailment, is that right?” He asks, foot steps getting lighter as he’s inching even closer to you.
You giggle from your seat, an enthusiastic grin plastered on your lips as though you’re excited to tell him something. “Come check for yourself, Will.” In contrast to your sick self, you’re more open now. And William is still the opportunistic man that he is, so when your arms open wide, he doesn’t hesitate to hold you by your torso, carrying you up until he’s got you perched on the desk.
“I see you’re finally allowing me some physical touch.” Relieved, he lets out a humorous laugh while recalling the six days he’s spent in excellent restraint because you’ve been declining every single one of his attempts to hold you or kiss you in any way.
You snicker girly, “well it seems like you’re deserving. After all, you’ve been nothing but good these past days while I was still indisposed. I shall grant you your reward, my love.” You propose proudly, chin tilted up in a confident manner while he is hunched in front of you, both hands on either side of your hips against the table.
He stood in between your knees, head tilting low and he swears he can see your cleavage from the low fitting of your night gown. There’s a knowing smile on his lips, scarlet eyes glinting equally hungry intentions.
He runs a hand up your waist, fingers slenderly moving up and down against the waist band he feels beneath your thin gown. “You ought to choose your words carefully, my love.” He hums out, voice brimming with temptation that you can hardly ever resist no matter what time of the day it is.
You let out a whine in response, igniting whatever unlit fire you’re starting inside of him. You shoot him a provocative smile, eyes half-lidded as you’re telling him something that you wish for him to understand even if you don’t say the words. “Go on, Professor Moriarty. I shall pay you whatever I owe you.”
He watches in complete amusement. His wife, who was just denying him of his husband rights the other day, is now portraying an incredibly bold character in front of him. He lets out a huff, an interested glow in his eyes before his hand stops rubbing to settle on the low drop of your hips. Yet you feel his thumb, caressing the curve that led to the inside of your thighs.
“I am certain…” He starts, eyes staring at you then down to your lips and even lower to where the creases of your dress begin. “That you, darling, owe me six days worth of your kisses and love.” He wastes no second diving into your heat, lips colliding with yours in practiced perfection.
His hand reaches up, trailing on the side of your body as it does so. It reaches up the side of your clothed boobs and it lingers there for a while as if he intends to rile you then soon traces up to settle on your neck where he held you before deepening the kiss. Going as far as to request entrance to your mouth, and when you oblige, his tongue ties with yours. Your saliva mixes without restraint and there’s evident frustration with the way he tugs onto your untied hair.
He leans away, lips slightly glossed with your pink balm. “I wonder…” He strokes your cheek with his thumb, “if one night can really suffice for whatever you owe me.”
You chuckle before pulling him back in, hands tugging onto his dress shirt as your lips lock with each other again. He kisses back with equal fervor and impatience, hands never endingly exploring yours as if he hasn’t got your entire body committed to memory.
“My dear William, if you think one night is not enough,” you start, giggling in between kisses. “Then you ought to start as soon as possible for it to become more than enough.”
William breathes out against your lips, the smile etched on his face never seems to cease as your teasing goes far beyond what he can handle. His impatient fingers finally took hold of the ribbon that cinched behind you, undoing it in one smooth move and the cold breeze hit your naked skin from behind.
Your laughter echoes through the thick walls of the library, the lights partly dim and there’s tranquil silence behind the door that you didn’t bother to lock because it’s late in the evening and everyone has retired to their rooms. You and William alone in this quiet solitude, hands friskly roaming each other’s bodies with oozing eagerness.
“You seem aggravated, my love.” You chuckle. “I suppose I really had you waiting on edge every night these past six days, hm?” You tease, and William is utterly so in love with you that he falls for such tricks.
He doesn’t pull your night gown off yet, instead, he lowers himself down. He pushes you into the center of the desk until his head is smushed in between your thighs and he’s on his knees, both of your knees on his shoulders and his hair is merely the only thing you can see.
There’s a sly smile on your lips when you feel his lips on the insides of your thighs. Trailing flattering kisses before sucking on them. The feeling of his tongue swirling around one spot he has begun sucking on had you arching on the desk. Your head drops onto the surface and your back arches with the ardor of his kisses, biting down on your lips when a sound threatens to leave.
He dares not to speak a warning when his fingers tug onto the waistband of your panties, he pulls them down suddenly and you feel his breath fanning over your soaking cunt.
In a mere matter of seconds, he’s got his tongue protruding on the entrance of your slick. By the feel of it, you’re quite sure he’s covered in your wetness.
“Ngh—Will—” your attempt to keep quiet had surrendered when his practiced precision began working wonders against your pussy—he’s sucking, kissing, and lapping on your cunt like he’s been deprived of it for years.
You can hear the vile sound of him eating you out and when you try to close your thighs together in hopes to ease out the stimulation you feel building up, he holds them apart. Even going as far as you open them as far as possible. The sight is sinful—your legs spread apart, back arching against the table and your fingers in your mouth while your husband desperately eats you out.
You want it to last longer but the knot has been growing tighter and tighter. “Oh, Will—I’m going to ah—cum—!” You yell out against your saliva covered fingers, feeling your legs tremble when he begins circling on your clit.
Just when you thought it’s not going to get any better than this, he has driven you off to wonderland. You moan out helplessly, eyes going to the back of your head when you gush out your white goodness everywhere.
You spill out in front of him, he speaks nothing while he watches you do so. There’s merely a smug smile on his lips as he wipes off the mess you made of him. “I’m starting to think whether I’m truly the only one who was waiting on edge these past six days, darling.”
You shake your head while he leans down over you on the table, hovering above you as his hands go around your shoulders to pull the night gown off of you. Now, you’re naked sprawled across the desk of his library. He deems this the most artistic sight he has ever laid eyes on.
Your husband begins unbuttoning his dress shirt where his pale skin hides underneath. He tugs it off with one swift move and he’s left with only his slacks on.
You smile at the sight, still standing in between your legs, your half-naked husband drawls before you with a hungry glint in his eyes. Who wouldn’t have such thoughts if their wife was spread before them, naked and breathing heavily from intense stimulation?
He reaches out for your hand, the one that bore your wedding ring. He swirls his finger around it before he guides you to touch the toned flesh on his abdomen. “Touch me, please.” He begs of you, a lopsided grin on his lips as your fingers begin to move on their own.
Then slowly, you drag your palm across his navel. All while keeping eye-contact with him—he who wore a lustful smile on his lips that mirror your equally enthusiastic grin. Calmly, you drag it even lower. Until, your fingers settle on the buckle of his belt and even lower to where an erection has begun growing.
You palm him through his pants, a teasing grin falling on your expression once you sit up to come face to face with him again. You pull him into a kiss, fingers beginning to undo the buckle of his pants and finally freeing his erection.
His dick springs out and you pull away, you watch it twitch in impatience and you can’t help but chuckle. You hop off the desk with his help and you pull him to one last kiss, “I shall give that some love too, yes?” You say before dropping onto your knees at an exceptionally slow pace, wiggling your ass once your knees buck.
You fall onto your knees, the cold tiles of the library making contact with your knees and you swear if you stay like that you’d acquire bruises. But that’s the least of your concern when you’re now face to face with his erection—pulsating and throbbing with evident desire.
You let your fingers run their course along his veiny length, teasing him ever so slightly when you press your cheek against it. He looks down at you, an unmistakable spark of attraction present in his scarlet orbs. He reaches down, stroking the top of your head.
“Would you like a kiss here too? To compensate for the lack of kisses you received these past six days?” You taunt playfully, voice lolling out words that initiate a certain magnetism in him.
He nods his head, and you’re quite familiar with this sight—William standing before you, wordlessly begging that you put your pretty lips around his aching cock. His eyes half-lidded and his usually steady fingers trembling as he strokes your head, mindlessly guiding you around to poke his tip against your cheek.
“Yes, please… do, darling.” He lowly whispers, a whine evident as he does so.
You giggle in response before finally giving into your husband’s wishes. You lean back, watching him up and your eyes are imitating that of a mischief. All while keeping eye-contact, you bring your saliva-glossed lips to his tip that has been leaking precum ever since you stripped him off his pants.
He groans at the feeling of your lips on his tip, his stomach aching with desire that he so seeks to attend to. But you’re painfully slow in doing your job—tracing your fingers on his length while your lips pepper kisses along it.
“Hurry, darling… I—ah—need you around me.” William has never been the vocal one in the two of you. He much preferred to keep his sounds to himself but you guess that the six-days of pent up sexual frustration has brought him to voice things out.
He tugs harshly on your hair when you finally put him inside of your mouth. You swirl your tongue around him and you feel his veiny girth around, it’s not an unusual feeling but the throbbing is—it merely shows how much William needed you around him.
You bop your head back and forth along his length while your eyes looked up at him, watching his face contort with blissful pleasure. You do your job expertly, swirling your tongue around while you do—just like how William likes it.
“Oh, fuck—darling, I am going to fucking cum.” He moans out slowly, dragging his words, looking down on you with his eyebrows furrowed when he’s washed over with euphoria from your proficient tongue doing wonders on his dick.
You continue the repetitive motion, letting your tongue slide with the movement, coating William’s dick with your saliva. You feel his cock throb inside you, his knees slightly bucking and there’s a choked moan that leaves his lips at the same time your mouth is filled with the cum he’s spilling out.
You look up at him while he’s stroking himself to get himself off the excruciatingly blissful high he’s on. A kinky smile on your lips when he meets your eyes, you open your lips agape and he revels in the sight of your mouth that is so full of his cum.
“I suppose… with that look on your face, darling,” you stand back up, pushing yourself against him until your perked up nipples touch his toned chest, “you are not satisfied.”
He swallows before both of his palms trace down your legs until they cup the curve of your ass. He palms you from there before carrying you in his arms and you immediately put your legs around his hips, giggling delightfully when you realize he still wants more.
“Our bedroom isn’t too far from here, yes?”
i doubt this will get engagement bcs i wrote this simply for my own self indulgent tendencies xd
