Daphne hummed in approval, enjoying his attention, and his eyes shot to her face to watch her reaction. Lust crawled languidly through her ocean-blue depths, her pupils expanding as her body felt the stirrings of need. Her smirk had transformed into a small, pleased smile that decorated her prettily painted lips with an expression he'd only seen once – the afternoon she'd sat across from him on the common room couches, relaxed and enjoying herself. That look was what he'd been waiting for… and this time it was directed at him, at something he was doing to her, and not some book.
"What do they feel like?" she inquired. "Tell me every sensation that caressing my body in this manner is educing from your senses, Theo." Theo licked his lips and dropped his gaze back to what his hands were doing. "Your skin is so soft… buttery soft," he sighed in pleasure, cupping her breasts and pushing up a bit, squeezing lightly. "And malleable. There's firmness underneath, but it moves about under my fingers."
"Show me what you've learned, Theo," she arched into his hands. "Worship my breasts properly, just as your card allows."
With very light caresses to start, he traced the edges of her breasts one at a time, learning the soft span of flesh with intimate detail. She had a single, light freckle on the top of her left mound, and another underneath her right. He found those beauty marks to be fascinating, not ruining the perfection, but adding to its uniqueness. Her left side was slightly larger than her right, and a tad heavier. Snaking a fingertip over her areola, he circled it many times, just tracing, softly learning Daphne's shape. It was such a sensual thing to do to study the contours of a woman, he was discovering. "Beautiful," he whispered, enraptured by the motion of flesh under his fingers. "I want to run my tongue all over these."
To his surprise, goose bumps decorated her skin and she lightly shivered. He looked up at her in astonishment, and Daphne graced him with a slow, sensual smile. "I give you permission to use your mouth now. Start with your lips only, and then add your tongue, and then your teeth at last. Change the temperature by breathing hot, then blowing cold alternatively. Watch how your attention affects me."
Giddy as a virgin, he leaned in and ran his mouth over the entirety of her breast, following the curves, breathing and blowing upon her skin randomly, enjoying the tiny shivers that raced her spine as he played. Adding his tongue into the mix, circling her nipple, but not touching it, teasing until Daphne decreed he take the tiny bud into his mouth, had been so gratifying! He suckled her breasts, one at a time, alternating pressure as she directed. By the time he'd moved on to the use of his teeth, her nipples were dark from his love bites, delightfully bruised and he was sure, aching in a way that made Daphne quite pleased.
Her voice thrumming with pleasure, Daphne calmly continued with the lesson, rubbing her lower body against his cock in a slow, continuous rhythm now. "A woman's body is a place for your veneration, Theo. While you are touching her or deeply buried inside of her, she must become the centre of your adoration and devotion. You achieve this not just with words, Theo, but with every sincere effort you make to bring her pleasure."
He adored the challenge in her eyes. "Yes, Your Majesty," he seductively purred and turned back to his task, loving the feel of her satiny knickers sliding across his length. He nipped at her, bit harder, pulled back as she requested of him, repeated, changed tempos. Then he bit the tender flesh around her areola, leaving a nice imprint behind on her left lower curve. As he worked, Daphne encouraged him with soft words, and when he'd finally put it all together – laving, stroking, pinching, forcing air of varying temperatures across the sensitive skin, and biting hard enough on the nipple itself to leave another mark, Daphne came for him. It was magic, this gentle bringing, making him truly aware of his partner in a way he had never been before. She was wholly beautiful as her head tilted towards the sky, her lips parted, her back arched, and her breasts and throat and cheeks rushed with blood. As she yielded to her petite orgasm with a soft moaning sigh, her fingernails gripped his biceps tightly and pressed in sharply, and she shook in his arms allowing herself to finally slip a margin of that tight control she always maintained. She was all feminine grace and strength and vulnerability wrapped up in his arms in that moment.
"Daphne," he breathed her name in awe, really seeingher for the first time.
When she came back into herself, his partner's dark eyelashes fluttered open and their gazes connected once more. As they silently watched each other, he awaited her next command, enjoying this game of pleasing her immensely. Sexual contact had never been like this for him, and this experience tonight was decidedly heady. Theo craved more. His eyes dropped to her lips as she licked them. Gods, he wanted to kiss her!
"What will you have of me now, my Queen?" he whispered, letting his attention travel the length of her long, peachy-gold throat, down to where his fingers were still lightly caressing her nipples. "Shall I continue?"
Her chest expanded as she took a deeper breath, and then she put some space between them and reached down to grip his penis. She stroked upwards from the base of him with a tight grip, and Theo hissed, tensing up, enjoying the skimming of his most sensitive self. "Oh, yeah!" he cried out with delirious desire as she swiped her thumb over his wet crown, circling his tip with her fingers, rubbing softly. "Your Majesty, please… bring me, too. I beg you!"