The blanket shifted as Ira moved beneath it, her body a warm presence against Leon's skin. The sound of slurping was unmistakable — schlick... schlick... schlick — rhythmic, wet, hungry. Her mouth worked his cock with practiced devotion, her tongue circling the head with each upward stroke, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper.
But today, that was not all.
Leon's eyes opened as he lifted the blanket just enough to look down. Ira's head bobbed between his thighs, but her hands were roaming. She kissed his shaft on every upward pull — mwah — then moved lower. Her lips pressed against his thighs — kiss — then higher, trailing up his abs — kiss, kiss, kiss — her tongue darting out to taste his skin. She kissed his chest, his collarbones, his neck.
She was everywhere.
Like a succubus trying to taste every inch of him.
Leon felt his release building. His hand found her hair, gripping gently. "Ira... I'm close."
