Errant
The word yes barely has a chance to leave you mouth before she's pushing you onto your back and lifting up your shirt so she can trace your muscles. And taste them. Her tongue feels otherworldly on your skin, so cool by comparison. It's ticklish as she moves up and down carefully tracing each indentation of tissue. Then she starts to slide lower, massaging your hips as she works. "It's been so long," she says in between tastes, "since I've had companionship. I want to savor this."
She takes her time undoing the knots of your fly, but all the while teasing you with her hands, her mouth, her bright yellow eyes. When she finally slips off your pants entirely, you try to sit up, hoping for your lips to make contact with hers. You're stopped halfway up by strands of roots that have winded their way around your wrists, you look to them and then down to your mysterious lover. Her eyes are full of mischief. "Not yet, I said I want to savor this. I hope you don't mind," She flicks her fingers and the roots pull you back flat on your back with your arms raised above your head. "I like to play rough."
You don't have a chance to respond as she diverts her attention to you still hardening penis. She grips it tightly in one hand giving it a quick and tight squeeze. Apparently the gasp she drew from you was just what she wanted to hear as she continues squeezing and pinching experimentally. She hums giddily as you squirm. When she feels you've grown accustomed to the teasing she summons another vine and teaches it to cinch around the base of your cock.
"There now, that should keep you from anything premature." Her eyes glint as she shows you her proud work. You feel the pleasure continue to build and the pressure begins to mount. "But before we continue," She starts crawling up your body to look you in the eyes, "I need you to do something for me."
She takes her time undoing the knots of your fly, but all the while teasing you with her hands, her mouth, her bright yellow eyes. When she finally slips off your pants entirely, you try to sit up, hoping for your lips to make contact with hers. You're stopped halfway up by strands of roots that have winded their way around your wrists, you look to them and then down to your mysterious lover. Her eyes are full of mischief. "Not yet, I said I want to savor this. I hope you don't mind," She flicks her fingers and the roots pull you back flat on your back with your arms raised above your head. "I like to play rough."
You don't have a chance to respond as she diverts her attention to you still hardening penis. She grips it tightly in one hand giving it a quick and tight squeeze. Apparently the gasp she drew from you was just what she wanted to hear as she continues squeezing and pinching experimentally. She hums giddily as you squirm. When she feels you've grown accustomed to the teasing she summons another vine and teaches it to cinch around the base of your cock.
"There now, that should keep you from anything premature." Her eyes glint as she shows you her proud work. You feel the pleasure continue to build and the pressure begins to mount. "But before we continue," She starts crawling up your body to look you in the eyes, "I need you to do something for me."