Rebellious

Chloe doesn’t need much to drop the act. A quiet hand at the small of her back, slow circles pressed into skin. She leans in, breath warm, and Oliver stays patient. That patience earns him more. She drops to her knees, nose brushing soft skin, and her tongue finds the weight of him. She tastes one ball, then the other, lips closing around each with a wet pull. Her hand cups the rest, gentle pressure that makes his cock twitch against her cheek. Oliver stays still, letting her work. She looks up once, eyes bright, then sinks lower, taking more. Spit coats her chin. She drags her tongue in long strokes, then sucks again, alternating between mouth and hand. He feels her throat flutter when she takes him deeper. No rush, just steady heat and the steady beat of her heart against his thigh. She smiles around him, the rebel streak now aimed straight at pleasure.