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It starts with a kiss.
His lips find yours in something slow and sweet. A gentle form of affection as you lay together. You can’t help but smile against his lips.
And then he shifts himself up over you, his knee coming down between yours to support his weight. One of his hands is splayed flat beside your head as the other slips past your face, fingers trailing over your skin before finding purchase at the back of your head. His body is pressed to yours as he kisses you and you can feel his erection pressed against your thigh. You are engulfed in him as he takes over every sense in seconds.
A small gasp escapes at the realization that he’s been excited for some time and he's taking advantage of your open mouth to deepen the kiss. Something that was just moments ago sweet and chaste even shifted in but an instant as his tongue finds yours. When you reciprocate, your own hands coming up to feel him, to drag feather light touches over the soft fabric of his shirt, he moans and you feel his hips roll just so.
The good thing about his leg being between yours is that one of yours is likewise between his. If he's so eager for it, you can tease him as your body catches up to speed. Your hands go south to his hips as you bring your leg up, foot pressed firmly against the ground to provide some stability as you encourage his hips to your thigh. It's his turn to gasp and you take the opportunity to take his lower lip between your teeth before letting it pull free, a grin on your face as you meet each other's half lidded gaze.
You suddenly had more control than you had ever had before with him and for just a moment, you worry you’ve over stepped. But he isn't using safe words, he's just looking at you with lust heavy lids and kiss swollen lips and his breathing is coming to him heavy. You decide to take a chance and take the lead. You wind your fingers into his belt loops and pull, guiding him forward along your thigh just a bit before pushing him back. He shudders out and gasps and you immediately decide you need him to come undone.
“C’mon,” you encourage, voice thicker than before. The darker timbre to your voice sends a shudder through him and he swallows. “Take what you need.”
“Oh fuck,” he breathes before he does as instructed, grinding against your proffered thigh and immediately you decide that this is the best sex the two of you have had because watching him and the desperate expressions he makes has you more aroused than anything youve done together so far.
“Oh, good boy,” you praise as you slip your hands back to grab his ass as he continues against you. “Good boy,” you repeat, breathier and he clearly likes it if the way he whimpers means anything. And once you start praising him, you find you can't stop. “There we go,” you say. “Youre doing so good for me,” you encourage. “So beautiful all a mess like that,” you compliment. And it's obvious he likes it because his grinding grows more frantic and he takes his lip between his own teeth and at some point he sits himself up, one hand on the thigh he isn't riding and the other goes over his mouth to muffle the deliciously pathetic sounds of pleasure he's making. “Good boy,” you praise. “Beautiful boy,” you groan. You let your hands trail over his thighs once it's clear that he's not going to stop himself and you squeeze before running your thumbs along either side of where he's tucked his member up and out of the way and the desperate and overwhelmed little cry he releases has you shifting your hips as your heart beat thuds in your sex.
He cries out, falling forward to his hands before slipping his arms around you and holding on tight as he ruts against your thigh, chasing his end. And you feel it when he does, the shudder of his body, spasming with release, the way he goes tense under your hands as you rub soothing circles on his back. You coo softly, praising him for being so good for you, for taking what he needed. And then you feel the wet warmth seep through fabric and you kiss the top of his head reassuringly.
“I’m sorry,” he says from where his face is buried in your chest. “I’m so embarrassed,” he confides and you chuckle.
“You’re okay.” You assure. “That was… really hot.” You voice with a heavy breath, your own head still foggy with arousal.
He pulls away to meet your gaze, voice shaky as he says your name.
You find that you'll be fine. You’re rather satisfied from his release despite having none yourself. You can see his fretting on his face before he even has a moment to start and you shush him with praise.
“You did so good for me.” You tell him, reaching up to brush the back of your fingers against his cheek. “So beautiful. Took exactly what you needed. Good boy.”