Patience

Mick sits back in his chair. Liz shuts the door. She kneels between his knees and works his belt open with slow fingers. Her mouth takes him in one slow slide until her lips meet her fist. She sucks hard, cheeks hollowing, then pulls off to drag her tongue from base to tip. Spit trails down his shaft and she catches it on her fingers. She licks those fingers clean and goes back down, throat relaxing around the head each time she takes him deeper. Mick groans. He reaches over her, palm sliding down the small of her back until his hand cups one bare cheek. He finds her tight hole and circles it with one finger, spreading her own spit around the ring. He presses in just to the first knuckle. Liz shivers but keeps working him. Her tongue swirls, lips stretch, and the wet sound fills the quiet room. Mick slides his finger deeper. He feels her clench around him. She pulls off his cock long enough to catch her breath, strings of spit still connecting her lips to the head. Then she sinks back down, sucking harder. Mick keeps his finger buried, twisting it slow. Liz rocks back onto it, taking him deeper each time. The rhythm stays steady, deliberate. His finger works in and out of her ass while her mouth never stops moving on his cock. Her free hand grips the base, stroking whatever her mouth can't reach. He adds a second finger. Liz moans around him, the vibration traveling straight through. The three days of careful teasing finally gives way to this—her throat open, his fingers working her open, neither of them rushing. Mick curls his fingers inside her and she answers with a low sound, hips rolling back to meet every push.