smilestopscars | Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

"Well, you did mention something about me riding you to climax earlier," Kathy said, running a finger along her lower lip. "Though I'm going to need a bit of attention if that's the route we're thinking of. Of course, there's nothing like having me go down on my knees and beg for forgiveness, if we're going a more traditional route." That finger slid into her mouth for a moment. "Though, since you're the injured party, it's entirely your call."

"I think I'm going to combine half of that with what I was already thinking of," Ezra decided, pushing himself up to sitting. Time to be a little more alert and active. "Lay down, darling."

"Oooh, do I get any hints about what you have in mind?" Kathy asked, doing as he said and laying down on his bed. "You know I love listening to you talk to me."

"Wouldn't you rather I get to it?" he asked with a smirk as he turned towards her and got on his knees. "We don't have too long, you know." He went to gently bend her legs, feet against the bed, as he shifted between them. "Your sister's waiting."

His hands slid to undo her pants.

"I could sit here and detail my plans for you ––" His fingers curled around the waitbands of her jeans and her underwear, and he smirked up at her while he urged her to push her hips up just a bit. "–– about how I plan to make you dripping wet in short order, then make you ride me hard and fast, maybe backwards so I can watch your ass as you're bouncing..."

He pulled her pants and underwear down. But, just past her knees. That was enough room for him to raise her legs for a moment, and duck down past said clothing items to get his head between her thighs, with her legs over his shoulders. They could get the jeans and the panties off from around her ankles later. They were safe against his back for now, along with her feet.

He smirked up.

"But wouldn't you rather experience it first-hand?"

He curved his hands along her thighs to part her further. Then gave her a long, slow lick.

Sure, Kathy could have given him a long explanation about how words were the easiest way to start getting her wet. Or she could have gone much simpler, with just a Yes! to his question about getting to experience it instead.

What she ended up doing was eschewing words entirely, sliding her hands into his hair and gasping out his name as his tongue found her. She flexed her hips towards him, urging him closer.

Ezra knew both of those things, anyway. He figured he'd done just enough with his words to get her started, though, and could do the rest through his actions.

And he wasn't about to object to getting closer, oh no. In fact, being as close as he could was instrumental for letting him tease at pushing his tongue further into her. In, then up over and between her folds, up to run a teasing circle around but not over her clit before his tongue traveled down again.

Only to do the trip again.

Several times. Enthusiastically.

It was true; after all, Kathy was hardly subtle about the things that turned her on. Especially now that Ezra had spent the better part of a year helping her discover some of what those were.

He had her damp before his tongue finished its first circuit, wet by the third, and moaning by the fourth. One of her hands detached itself from his hair to shove her shirt and bra up out of the way so she could play with her nipples that were crying out for attention.

It was also somewhere around the fourth go-round that Ezra reached down his own body to undo his pants. And unceremoniously shove his hand down them because he intended to be swift here.

Tasting her under his tongue was doing a whole lot to help with that, of course. And the glance up to see her playing with her nipples because yes, that was what he liked to see. For that, she was getting a few direct licks over her clit.

And the joy of a moan muffled against her as he stroked himself a little harshly a few times.

That was one of the best things about Ezra; he was constantly rewarding her for doing things that felt good by doing things that felt even better. Her hips bucked when he finally paid attention to her clit and her breath came in a harsh gasp.

"Don't suppose we have time for you to enjoy my mouth, is there?" she asked.

Even if she hadn't found herself loving the act of sucking sock, the memory of how mad she'd driven him with her mouth alone would have prompted the offer.

Ezra wanted to give that some thought. Which obviously meant he had to thoughtfully suck on her clit for a second as he did.

"... Well, maybe for a minute," he decided, when his lips released her. His breath was still hitting her sensitive, wet skin. "But right after that, it's on to riding with you, young lady."

And that moment of contemplation was enough to make Kathy forget how to word for a second or two. "Yes, sir," she whimpered when her verbal faculties returned, not at all helped by the way he was breathing on her. "I'm going to ride you right into the mattress."

"Mm-hmmm." That was smug and he wasn't even sorry. He gave her a kiss over where he'd just been sucking, before ducking out from between her legs. He even went ahead and yanked the jeans and panties all the way off. He was ever so helpful like that. "I'd expect nothing less."

He was also kicking his own pants most of the way off, while he was at it.

Ezra was poetry in motion. Very dirty poetry, to be sure, but that only added to the appeal. As soon as he was done removing his pants, Kathy pounced on him, mouth open and eager to accommodate his length. She gave a teasing lick around the head, looking up to make sure Ezra was watching, and then swallowed him down, slowly enough he could watch every inch disappear between her lips.

"Oh, that's the stuff," Ezra sighed, though it turned into a hiss at the end. And yes, he was watching raptly. And reaching down to run a few fingers through her hair.

He was pretty hard, but he could still get harder. And he had no doubt he would in very short order.

She took him all the way in, then drew back just as slowly, giving the tip another lazy swirl of her tongue before pulling away completely. "If you don't hold back, neither will I," she promised, doing the same trick he'd done to her, staying close enough so he could feel her breath on wet, sensitive skin. "Move if you need to."

There was nothing slow about the next time she took him into her mouth.

"A minute," Ezra reiterated as his fingers curled a little tighter in her hair. The words were half a growl for obvious reasons.

He also lifted his hips. Because he wanted to.

Yeah, Kathy would let him keep track of time. She had some obscene sucking noises to indulge in, along with a pair of balls to fondle. Driving someone to the edge took concentration, after all.

It was a good thing that Kathy had such an impressive worth ethic, no?

Ezra licked his lips. "Fuck, Kathy." She really wasn't holding back at all, was she? God, that was great. Her work ethic was great. He was still going to make her stop before he went too far, but before that? Yeah, he was getting a few nice thrusts into her mouth done.

Look, she sounded obscene. He felt obscenely good. He would've been a fool to rush out of this situation.

"You're making me so hard, darling."

But she was probably aware of that.

It was only fair, considering how wet he'd gotten her--and was still getting her. Not that she moved her head to tell him that. She figured he knew. And even if he didn't, keeping up what she was doing was a much better way to show her appreciation.

Especially since she only had a minute to work and she intended to make the most of it. And she had...ample...proof of what happened when she really put her mind to driving Ezra wild.

So, yeah, she was doubling down on what she was doing, using hands, lips, mouth, tongue, everything she had to make this minute count. If he didn't end this growling with his control in danger of fraying, she would consider it a major loss.

Oh, Ezra was letting it get to him. He was rock-hard and squirming under her ministrations, and there was a thrumming in his veins that made him want to let her take him all the way and suck him dry ––

But no. He also wanted to be ridden into the mattress. It was probably somewhere a little past the one-minute mark that his growl turned slightly into a whine. "Fuuuu–– Okay, baby, stop, stop stop stop."

That involved just a very light upwards tug on her hair. Sorry.

"Someday, Ez, you're going to have to learn that I can take it a lot harder than you think," Kathy said, turning her head to nip at the inside of his wrist. She gave him a wicked smile. "Tempted to go back and keep going until you really pull me off."

Honestly, though, it was the ragged note in his voice that had convinced her to obey, rather than the slight tug in her hair.

Sometimes when people were startled, they clamped their teeth together. Ezra was a lot more worried about that than he was about hurting her, in this particular instance.

But he wasn't about to get hung up on that when he could instead reach over for the drawer on his night stand because a condom was a thing that needed to happen right now. "Not this time, darling," he told her as he grabbed one and unwrapped it. "This time, you're going to hop right on and ride me so I can send you back to your sister freshly fucked."

He couldn't be blamed for being especially blunt. His blood flow wasn't towards his brain!

Funny, neither was hers.

"Fuck me hard enough I have trouble walking straight on my way back," Kathy said, tossing her shirt and bra onto the floor. "What did you tell me once? That you're strong enough that you don't need to be on top to make sure your partner feels like they're getting fucked?"

Ezra's dirty talk had a way of getting seared into her brain.

Even by Ezra's standards, that was impressive. Enough so that he raised his eyebrows a bit, although obviously he wasn't going to be getting hung up on her memory when he could build on it.

"Yes," he said, while he was rolling the condom on. "That's what core strength is for. Upwards thrusts. Making someone want to scream." Condom on, shirt off. He was great at working swiftly when he felt motivated. "You want to face me or away, darling? Former means getting to see your face, latter that I probably won't leave your ass alone."

He'd been listing off ways he was going to take her virginity! She'd been motivated to pay attention.

"Oooh, I do love watching you," she said, biting her lip. "And using my mouth on you." And Ezra would look so good with some marks on his chest and neck, at least while they lasted. It was a scientifically proven fact! "But I think I'm going to have to try facing away from you this time. Sometimes my ass feels left out of all the fun."

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