Oral Teasing

For all that Marc had played with Sinead before, he’d never eaten her out. He’d tasted her on his fingers, but it had always only been fingers touching her pussy to get her off. And even though she’d been ass-up the last time she’d been in his apartment, his focus had more been on that ass and not the pussy below it. Sure, he’d gotten a good look at it, but not like this.

Sinead’s pale skin flushed so easily it was endearing. Even her inner thighs after a few kisses were a little warm. But her pussy - well, it was pretty and pink and looked so needy. Her outer labia were two little swells of smooth skin that looked utterly kissable, and her inner labia were a little pouty but not overly dominant. Her ass also made a nice little cleavage on the edge of the bed between which the golden disc of the buttplug was sitting.

Rather than diving right in, Marc smirked a little and blew a thin stream of air in a zig-zag across Sinead’s nethers, teasing her and making her squirm a little. She was leaning up, propped on her elbows, and watching him with big eyes and the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth.

“Elle est magnifique, Detective,” Marc said. “And I love how you smell.”

“R-”

“Shh,” Marc hushed her before she could get out a word. “This is my time, Sinead. Only answer the questions I ask you. Do you understand?”

She swallowed and nodded.

“Good,” Marc said with a smile. And then he leaned in and just grazed the edge of his tongue along the outermost edges of her inner labia, making her quiver. “Mmmm,” Marc hummed softly. “And such an exquisite taste.”

Marc worked her slowly, layering in little techniques to tease her without driving her forward. He’d spent hours practicing those methods with Felicity, and plenty of time before that with his various short-term girlfriends through his early thirties and his twenties. It had always seemed so strange to him that the whole ‘macho man’ thing abandoned such a simple way to look like a Giver of Pleasure to a woman.

Sinead’s breathing was steady and deep as she tried not to say anything, or reach down to him. He could tell she wanted to as she grabbed the sheets on the bed with both hands and bit her lip.

“Very nice, Detective,” Marc eventually said. It had maybe been seven or eight minutes of teasing her and he hadn’t delved his tongue deep enough between her lips to see or taste her inner core, but they were starting to subtly shift with her arousal as her outer labia swelled with the increased blood flow from the desired attention. Rather than delving in however, Marc brought up a hand as he pressed his lips below her pussy onto her perineum. That kiss made Sinead shudder, and that shudder grew as he pressed his finger to the base of the gold buttplug and pushed on it a little.

Marc chuckled softly as he eased off the pressure, and then pressed on it again. “How did you enjoy putting in your new accessory, ma petite rebelle?” he asked.

“Um,” Sinead gasped. “It was- shit- it was easier than I expected?”

“That’s good,” Marc said, then kissed her perineum softly again. “You’ve been wearing the other one more often, haven’t you?”

Sinead was already a little red across her chest and up her neck to her cheeks from the play, but that deepened. “Yes,” she admitted.

“You’ve been a very good girl then, getting ready for me,” Marc said, kissing a little higher towards her pussy. “Was there any pain, putting in your new little friend?”

“No, just… uncomfortable for a minute.”

“So if I were to…” Marc said and gripped the base of the buttplug and tugged on it, slow but insistent. Sinead began panting almost immediately and he could tell she wanted to close her eyes but also didn’t want to stop watching him. Marc tugged, and tugged, and then her asshole started to part and the golden bulb of the plug slid out of her, stretching her until just the dull point of the tip was in her. “Good girl,” Marc murmured gently, using his other hand to rub her thigh. Then he pressed the plug back into her just as slowly as he had taken it out.

“Fuuuck,” Sinead exhaled as her ass tensed, then relaxed and accepted it.

“Very good girl,” Marc said quietly with a smile, looking up and meeting her eyes. “Keep doing what you are doing, ma petite rebelle. Soon your ass will be ready. But for now-” He pressed his lips to her pussy fully, driving his tongue into her. She tasted warm and silky, with notes of chestnut and a hint of cherry - he had to stop himself from continuing down the path of being a Sommelier to her pussy as he smiled to himself and teased her.

Sinead sucked in a breath, her stomach pulling in as her diaphragm fluttered. Marc put a hand on each of her thighs and pushed them back and away, giving him more room to work, then slid his hands closer so that he could use his thumbs to spread her pussy wide, looking at the gorgeous, healthy pink of her before teasing her little nub of a clit with his tongue.

She came. Marc hadn’t been expecting it to come on quite so fast and hard but then realised she must have been feeling a lot more backed up than he did if she wasn’t seeing anyone while he’d been with Felicity regularly. Her orgasm was beautiful as her jaw went a little slack and her forehead scrunched up a little. She didn’t squirt, but she oozed a little milky trail of creamy fluid from her opening that Marc didn’t hesitate to lick up. It was a more pungent taste of her natural lubricants and made him growl a little as he drove his tongue into her through her orgasm, seeking more of the intimate taste.

Then Sinead heaved out a heavy breath and her legs relaxed and she started panting. Marc stood up quickly, looming over her as he leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back, tasting herself on his lips without complaint. His cock, hard in his shorts, pressed against her crotch. She threw her arms around him, cradling Marc to her, and he hummed appreciatively of the deep kiss.

But he wasn’t done.

Marc broke her hold on him easily, standing up and dropping his shorts as she couldn’t decide whether to look at his face or his hard cock. He gestured to it pointedly. “Most of the time, Sinead, you won’t have the pleasure of gaining your release without asking for permission first, and certainly not before earning it. Now you need to close the gap if you want anything else while we’re together. Attend to me, Detective. And don’t be messy, we’re still going out and I would not stand for going where we’re going with you looking a sight.”

Sinead blinked and rolled over, getting on her knees. “Yes, sir,” she said as she reached for his cock.

“Good girl,” Marc said as she grasped it. Very good girl.

<U>Translations</U>
- “Elle est magnifique, Detective,” = “She is beautiful, Detective,”

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