Sweet Time

Emma Sirus wants slow hands and a soft voice before anything else. Oliver Flynn kneels behind her on the bed and starts by pressing his mouth to the small of her back. Each kiss lingers. He works down, teeth grazing the top of her panties, then slips them off. The fabric lands on the floor. He spreads her cheeks, eyes the tight ring already wearing a small silver plug. He kisses around it, warm breath on her skin. Emma sighs, hips rolling into the touch. He eases the plug free, watches the way she opens and closes. One finger traces her rim, slick with lube. He pushes in gently, just the tip, then deeper, feeling her give. She makes a small sound. He leans down and licks around his own knuckle, tongue working her until she starts to melt. When the finger comes out he brings it to her mouth. She sucks it clean without hesitation. Then he slides two fingers back in, slow circles, letting her adjust. The room stays quiet except for her breathing. Every stroke of his hand says he is in no rush. Emma reaches back, palms her own ass, keeps herself open for him. He watches her fingers and his own disappear between her cheeks, then he lowers his face again and licks. The next time she tastes herself is on his tongue when he leans up to kiss her mouth. She grins against his lips, still pushing back onto his hand.