You hadn't expected him to beg you. On top of that, you hadn't expected for him begging to be such a turn on.
"C-Can I? Please, Y/N? I just wanna try it...I think we would both really enjoy ourselves. Please..." Was his reasoning, and hey, when he had you on your back, completely naked, and was practically salivating inches from the apex of your thighs, how could you really refuse? The eagerness in his eyes, glancing down at your already dripping heat was...dear lord, it was intoxicating.
As if you were a four course meal after a week of hunger.
He hadn't even bothered to undress himself, shirt only half-open from where your fingers had pulled at it with your lips attached to his. And now, on his knees, begging to taste you, something you'd had fantasies--more than you were willing to admit, even to him--it was too much.
You nodded frantically, opening your legs a little wider. "I want it." You managed through a keening whine. "Rosi, I-I want it."
He wastes no time. Sooner than the span of a beat of your heart, his hands grasp your thighs and his face descends to your throbbing core, tongue running a greedy stripe up your slit. You're in a haze, mind filled with the sensation of his tongue and mouth sloppily having you in a way you'd only ever dreamed of. Cloud nine never felt quite so enlightening.
You could never claim that he was experienced. Rosi ate you out with uncoordinated, fast and random licks and sucks. But what he lacked in technique, you knew he made up for with enthusiasm. Never had you had a man go down on you with such gusto, such pleasure.
Your nails scrabbled pointlessly against his shoulders, trying for purchase but in your frantic, dazed state you can't seem to keep a good hold. But hands on your thighs are like steel, keeping you from closing them and cutting off his access to your sweet nectar.
So caught up in the sensations, you don't immediately register that he's speaking. His breath against your cunt feels just as good, somehow.
"So...so good, mmm..." Is his breathless declaration, mouth never seeming to stop moving at all. "Sweet and...and, Y/N, you're so amazing."
You try to reply, mouth opening to say something in response, but all you can muster is more strangled moans. You think you manage to sound out his name, elongated and whined in such a way that clearly meant you were begging for more, for release, for whatever he'd give to you, but you can't be sure. The rushing of blood is all you can clearly make out, on top of your rapidly beating pulse.
Still, your hands scramble, managing to push off his hood and exposing his head to you. Fingers dig into the locks and squeezing. His grunt is a mixture of pain and appreciation. Knowing you were enjoying yourself pleased him immensely.
Dear lord, you would have let him eat you out months ago if you'd known this was how it was going to pan out. Already your skin felt clammy and sweaty from the constant stream of crackling nerves and just right swipes from his tongue against you.
You only realize he's mumbling against your heat when the rising tide of your impending orgasm seems to kick up a notch.
"Love you, love all of you, so good to me, my Y/N, my lovely Y/N, please, cum for me, wanna taste you-"
It hits like touching a live wire, your nerves shocked sky high as you cum, shivering against his mouth that never stops once even as you dig into his head of messy blonde hair. You squirm in his hands, never quite managing to stop the onslaught that his mouth puts on you. It comes through in pulses, nerves burning red hot, over and over, as the shocks go through you.
Only when you're panting heavily, pulling him back by your grip on his hair, that he finally lets up. Your heart beats a steady, frantic rhythm in your chest. When he lifts his face enough to see you, a slanted grin lights up your own.
His makeup was smeared, red swiped across his cheeks and black smudged and runny underneath his eye. The lower half was slick with your wetness, but he didn't pay any mind. You imagined your cunt and thighs were probably a mess of black and red, but that wasn't anything a long shower couldn't fix. Preferably with the one to make the mess on you helping to clean it up...
But, you had to get your breath back first. And the ability to move your limbs at all. Rosinante smiled at you with a tired grin, then leaned down to rest his head against your stomach. Seems like you weren't the only one who needed a breather.
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