Warnings: Smut. 18+. NSFW. Thirst for the Metal Armed God of Plums.
He really loves your ass. And your mouth.
He constantly thinks about your beautiful lips. All plump and perfect for kissing. How soft they are and how you let out these little sighs when he kisses you.
He also thinks about how perfect your ass and hips are. How he loves holding on to them. How much he loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and putting his mouth all over your neck.
He thinks about how soft you are. How he loves just running his hands over you. How you sigh and whimper when he touches you. How hard he gets just thinking of you.
He loves your hair. He grips handfuls of it as you take him in your mouth. Your plump lips wrapping around him. How you tease and then deliver long licks. When he takes control thrusting into your mouth and you look up at him with your beautiful eyes. The love and lust in your eyes as you watch him break apart because of your ministrations.
Have I told you how much he loves kissing you? All of you. Not just those beautiful, sensuous lips, but every inch of you. He runs his lips across your jaw and neck, collarbone and shoulder. How he makes his way to your breasts and he wants to lay there and nuzzle into you. How his lips and tongue love to lave and flick over your skin. How soft your inner thighs are. How he rubs his lips back and forth across the incredibly soft skin there. How when he spreads your legs he wants to take his time kissing his way across your mound, licking along your pussy lips, taking in your scent and rubbing his lips across you until he finally settles over your clit and descends on it with enthusiasm.
He loves how sweet you taste. How you’re legs quiver as he licks over your clit. How hard it is to stop fucking you with his tongue because your wetness tastes like honey to him. How when he sucks on your clit your breathing changes and it takes everything in him not to blow his load just hearing your sweet cries. That your pussy is so beautiful taking his fingers as he curls them into you. When you say his name and pull on his hair he wants to growl against you and fuck you harder with his tongue. Licking, sucking, kissing. Until you’re writhing under him. Until you’re begging, crying out for him to fuck you.
When his cock slides into you he nearly loses it everytime. The way your breath hitches with each thrust. When you moan his name as he slowly thrusts in and out of you. How you scream when he pounds into you. When you cry out from how deep he hits and how much he stretches you. That he loves leaving bruises on your hips as he grabs onto them and slams into you. How you clench around his cock and wrap your legs around his waist. When he rolls you on top of him and watches you ride. He can’t stop himself from thrust up into you. How you take all of him and revel in his touch.
How your face glows when you fall into oblivion crying out his name. How it pushes him over the edge knowing he did that to you.
