NSFW Short [Rory]

Rory rolls her neck, feigning nonchalance even as her chest rises and falls with each quick, short breath. Even as she shudders beneath your ministrations. "Stop teasing me."

"I'm not teasing, I'm performing the task you gave me." It's your turn to feign innocence. You know what you're doing, and it's definitely teasing.

"You're taking too long."

"You can't rush a masterpiece."

"I need to open the shop," she tries.

"No, you don't," you murmur, raising yourself up to flick one of their nipples with your tongue. It was only supposed to be a short reprieve from your work, just a little tease, but you find yourself lingering. Sucking the flesh into your mouth, tongue swirling.

"Shit," Rory hisses, tossing their head back.

You pull away and gaze up at her from your lower vantage point. She's sprawled -half on the bed, legs dangling off the edge to either side of you- in all her bronzed glory. Her tattoo-decorated scars glisten in the midmorning sun, sharp and pale against the colorful wildflower motifs.

They're so beautiful. So goddamn breathtaking.

And they're all yours.

You drag the paintbrush from her knee to a beauty mark on her mid-thigh. It makes Rory whimper and shake, her legs uselessly trying to clamp together. Instead, they pin you where you are, securing you.

"You're tickling me," they whine.

"You're the one who wanted erotic body painting."

"I expected more erotic and less painting," they admit, but you know they're enjoying themself.

You smirk at that and quietly toss the paintbrush into the tray at your side. Without a word, you give in to Rory's impatience. Your tongue swirls its own pattern from that lone freckle to the space between her legs.

Rory jolts, knees jabbing against your sides as your lips peck along her mound, tongue teasing her folds.

Rory writhes beneath you, sensitive and overwhelmed from an hour of delayed gratification. You restrain her hips and lick a line up her slit, tonguing the sensitive bundle of nerves there with precise force.

"Too much!" Rory cries out, wiggling almost hard enough to dislodge you from your place.

You acquiesce, flattening your tongue and gently working the bud. Rory whimpers, a hand sliding across the back of your head. Their long nails scrape your scalp, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

You moan into her skin, moving lower, tongue slowly laving along her opening. You take your time, wetting her thoroughly before slipping your tongue into her. She arches, hips rolling, your nose pressing against her clit and making her hiss in oversensitized pleasure.

It doesn't take long to bring them to climax. It doesn't take long to have them clenching around you, rutting, crying out to the ceiling, and yelping when the final release hits.

When it does, she practically kicks you away, feet finding your sides and shoving. You rock back, unable to help the grin tilting your lips as you watch her try to regain composure.

They curl themself into an overstimulated ball, gasping, eyes clenched tight. But their ragged breaths begin to slow faster than you expect, their lids parting to reveal glistening brown eyes glowing orange in the sunlight.

"Fuck," she whispers, and her voice is truly wrecked.

You smirk. Before you can tease her, she reaches out to you with a limp arm. "Don't you dare say something smug or I'll murder you."

"I'd like to see you try, the way you're shaking."

"Come here and hold me before I regain my strength, then."

You do as they ask, slotting yourself behind them and pressing gentle kisses to the nape of their neck. They unfurl only enough to mold against you; your bodies fit so perfectly that it feels like you were formed with one another in mind.

Who knows. Maybe you were.