Daydream 7.1 - Lean into it (cont. F/m)

 “Be good for me, show Goddess what she deserves, mouth only…”

Her heel rested against his shoulder blade and he said clearly, “Yes, Ma’am.” He knew that she liked it when he spoke clearly, until she made him unable to of course.

His lips moved to her other legs as she let her foot leave his back. His trembling lips lightly grazed against the tip of her big toe. Kissing it gently he worked his way over the top of the rest of her toes and then up the top of her foot planting sweet little kisses on the entire surface. “That’s it, use only your mouth to worship me.”

He felt his cock throb at the praise she bestowed onto him, his connection to her needs made praises physically caress his soul. “Thank you, Goddess.”

His words were heavy on her skin, the humid air from his breath warmed her body deeply. His lips moved up her shin and her leg and knee. His kisses slow and methodical, there was a programmed randomness to it, that made her body both anticipate the next kiss but surprised at the nature.

Some kisses were little pecks, others hungry with lips pressing and squeezing her flesh. Every so often he ran his teeth ever so slightly against her skin, raising her hairs in the process. And sometimes he just needed to taste her and his delicate tongue slipped out and the tip ran little circles as he tasted her salty sweat hungrily.

And he gave her the soft little kisses up one leg, across the bottom of her adorable belly, and down the other leg. He took his time and she felt how precious she was in each devoted kiss. For his reward, he could smell her intoxicating scent get stronger until it was a powerful drug that he couldn’t walk away from.

When he completed kissing what he could from his position on the floor, he sat back on his heels, looking up at her. She stood there and looked down at him in is subservient position.

She spread her legs, and the wetness that had been growing since he started to worship was overflowing her lips. A clear drip started to fall as if in a different dimension where gravity wasn’t as strong as it held to her body by an every thinning strand.

Without moving his eyes from hers, he leaned forward, mouth open, tongue out and let the drop land on the tip. She reached down and petted his head as he let the drop stay there a bit longer, coating his taste buds. She watched approvingly as he brought his tongue back into his mouth and smiled like he had won the lottery.

”That’s my good boy…”