I lick my lips as I think of the sweetness of her pussy as she allows me to drink in the flare of her hips and the softness of her thighs. Her round breasts that are the perfect size for my hands, and then her lips and her eyes and the nose that I love to kiss. The birthmark on her hip that I’ve just realized looks like a heart. How have I never noticed that before?

When our gazes meet, she smiles before approaching and falling before me again. Her hands slide up my stomach and chest, sweeping over my shoulders.

Then she reaches for the ties on my pants and slowly pulls them open. She hasn’t touched me anywhere below my navel yet, but I’m already so hard I have to grit my teeth. She takes her time, humming as she drags out each lace with agonizing slowness.

She shifts close enough that I feel the barest brush of her breasts against my cock, and I choke on a moan.

“Lor,” I growl.

“Yes?” She blinks up at me innocently.

“Hurry the fuck up, would you?”

She laughs, the sound churning from the bottom of her chest. It’s warm and feels like sunshine, and gods, it’s the most beautiful fucking thing.

“Surely you know better than to order me around, Aurora Prince?”

I grin. “I was hoping you’d go easy on me today.”

She laughs again and then grips the waist of my pants and tugs. I lift my hips so she can slide them off. When she’s done, she stares at my cock, and that makes me even harder.

“Is this what’s bothering you?” she asks with mock pity, and I let out a sound that is half laugh, half sob.

Then she puts me out of my misery and wraps a hand around the base before she closes her warm, wet mouth over the tip and sucks.

“Fuck,” I gasp. She takes me deeper, swallowing more of me. I’m not going to last. Her cheeks hollow out, and she slides up, her hand pumping me at the same time.

“Better?” she asks after she releases me with a pop.

“Better,” I grit out as my hand slides into her hair. This time, I will be touching her. “You always look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

She grins and resumes her movements, drawing me deep as I shiver with each sweep of her tongue and the heat of her lips. My hips move, thrusting upwards into her mouth, sliding down her throat as my vision blurs and my fist tightens into her hair.