"Quite right. It had nothing at all to do with the mid-morning nap someone claimed she absolutely needed. Nothing at all. I suppose that means we'll be headed to the only place in town you people seem to go?"
She grinned back, reaching out to pull him by the hand. It was a perfect autumn afternoon, and for the moment, she had everything she wanted. "Nope. We're going to have a nice afternoon tea, and then tonight you get to see what happy hour is like on the town. And don’t be cranky with me,youtired me out.”
The door to the jewelry shop swung open, several women in her mother's age coming out, but Silva didn't take the time to see if any of them were elves. He had caught up with her and pulled her in for a kiss before they turned the corner.And none of them matter anyway.
Ris
The phone buzzed at the edge of her desk, rattling and clanging against the aluminum surface in a way that made her wince, quickly moving the mobile back to its silicone mat, the one she purchased for this exact reason. The overhaul of their office into a modern, open-concept oasis of the future had left much to be desired, in her opinion. Most days, Ris missed her cubicle.
Being in ur house w/out you is like being in the museum after hours
She grinned down at the text, once she’d swiped open her screen to see it. Of course it was him.
It was his day off, as Ainsley had pointedly reminded her that morning, rising above her in her undersized bed like the rock of Gibraltar, leaving her smiling up in his shadow.
"Yeah," she protested laughingly. "It’s not considered a day off if you have to go in for a meeting, I regret to be the HR person to tell you. And it's notmyday off."
"Nanaya . . ." he'd trailed off, raising one of her legs by the knee, pushing it up, up, until her toe was pointed at the ceiling and he was able to kiss his way down her calf. "That is a meaningless detail."
She’d exclaimed in laughing outrage as he shifted down the bed, climbing over the end of it like some sort of rock gremlin, peering up from the floor. Ris was giggling, her face already tired from the force of her smile, and she'd only just woken.Other people wish they had this. When he grabbed her beneath the knees, his body surging over the end of the mattress like a shark, dragging her down to the foot, she shrieked, still laughing.
This was how they liked to start the day, on those mornings he woke in her bed, and she had grown very used to it. Scraping the blunt edge of his teeth over the stiff buds of her aubergine nipples, kissing down her stomach until he was kneeling and his whole mouth covered her pussy; a slow, hot lick spreading her open and warming her up.
“I can’t believe I have to go in for a meeting. Why would you remind me of that?!”
Ris pushed off his forehead with her big toe, shrieking again when he snatched her foot, teeth snapping at her ankle. “Because someone needs to keep us on time around here.”
He scoffed, but lowered his head, conceding her point by getting to work.
She'd never been eaten out with so much dedicated enthusiasm before. And that was really saying something, she considered, because she had been with reptilian lovers possessing forked tongues, a mothman who'd been able to suck on her clit like he was dusting it for company, and most memorably, two merfolk who accosted the party raft she'd been on with a group of university friends, tethered to their larger cruise ship.
He'd appeared at the edge of the heavy rubber, begging for the chance to go down on one of them while his friend sucked him off below the water. It had felt illicit and dangerous, and she'd been the only one brave enough to say yes, clinging to the handles at the edge of the raft, her legs spread wide as he ate her out. He’d given her a good orgasm and had accepted her “no” graciously when he’d asked if she’d wanted to fuck, finding better luck on the next raft. She'd found out later that it was a common thing, and that groups of mers and selkies would follow the cruise ships, knowing easy sex waited with the tourists.
Ainsley didn't have a forked tongue or a vibrating tongue and she was not possessed with the adrenaline that came from knowing she was doing something dangerous, but what hedidhave was dedication and stamina, and as he put it, he enjoyed his sloppy seconds more after she had already come.
"I'm pretty sure you're not using that term correctly," she giggled every time he said it. "That’s not what sloppy seconds means at all."
"AndI'mpretty sure the only thing that matters is that you come on my tongue and get things nice and sloppy for my cock."
Sometimes he made her laugh so hard that she could do nothing other than cling to his back as she shook, barely able to breathe. That had definitely been one of those moments.
That morning had been typical as far as waking up with him went.
The press of his tusks against her mound only heightened the glide of his tongue over her clit. Up and down, slowly working up his speed, changing his angle based on her hitching gasps. His mouth was hot but his tongue was hotter, working against her deliberately, building her up. He would slowly shake his head no, from side to side, the scrape of his tongue against her making her bite her lip, at least until he would change his pattern. Then a flattened tongue, a slow lick upward, pressing againstthe underside of her clit until his lips puckered around the bud, sucking wetly. Every morning, he took her apart, steadily and relentlessly until she was gasping against him.
"You can come whenever you want, Nanaya. But you need to work for it."
They both enjoyed what came next.
Ainsley would not decrease the onslaught of his tongue, nor would he increase the pressure, forcing her to raise her hips, thrusting up against his mouth. Ris always tried to start off keeping her movements refined, rolling her hips slowly so that his nose and chin were in on the action, stimulating her as much as his tongue. Eventually, though, it was not enough. She would cant upward, her hands going around the back of his skull, gripping his ears for leverage until she was thrusting against him mindlessly.
It was fun fucking herself on his tongue that way, but if she wanted to come – and by then she desperately did — she would need to get serious. Her thighs would tense, and she would focus all of her power there — squeezing her thighs, bouncing herself against him in tight, controlled movements. Her head would drop back and her teeth would sink into her bottom lip as he hummed against her, his own lips puckering around her clit as she rode his mouth from beneath. It was nearly like masturbating, she sometimes thought — masturbating with an extremely enthusiastic partner, which made it all the better. She would angle her pelvis so that his tongue hit her at just the right angle, wrapping her hand around the back of his head to force him in a little deeper, grinding up against his mouth until her thighs were quivering and her clit pulsing.
When she would come, her thighs would tighten, squeezing around his head, her hips taking over as she shook. Ainsley would groan, continuing to give her throbbing clit a gentler suction, helping her ride out her peak. Ris would roll upwardsagainst his tongue as her back arched and her cunt spasmed, rubbing herself against him until she sagged, satisfied at last.
Ainsley would take his time licking into her release, peppering her clit in small kisses before he climbed back onto the bed, throwing one of his scandalously long legs over her.
His cock had already been hard and straining that morning, its watermelon pink tip laying flush to his belly. He’d grinned down, his face a glossy sheen.
