Chapter 2: Morning Delight

Cloud gets back at Tifa for her teasing at the bar.
Prompts used for this entry: Morning Sex, Orgasm Denial, Oral, Hickies

Despite the late nights she spent manning the bar, it was rare for Tifa to not be the first one up in the Strife-Lockhart household. Occasionally, Cloud would sneak off for an early delivery, or the kids would attempt to surprise her with breakfast in bed.

And some mornings, like today, she was greeted by the feeling of a pair of familiar lips making their way down her body until they were nestled between her legs.

"Mmm," she murmured, her voice still groggy with sleep as Cloud kissed and sucked greedily at her thighs, his hands stroking her calves at a languish pace. His movements were so gentle that she felt herself drifting off, interrupted only when she felt a sharp pain at her side, her eyes snapping open as she looked down at Cloud with a scowl. With a smirk, he ran his tongue over the love bite he'd placed on her hip among the splotches of red already blooming along her thighs. It seemed he was eager to leave his mark this morning.

Her complaints were quickly extinguished as his mouth returned between her legs, his nose nudging her underwear aside for better access. As he worked his tongue in a pattern he'd long perfected, Tifa reclined against her pillow with a sigh. One hand found its way into his hair, the other clutching at the bedsheets, curling into the fabric with every burst of pleasure.

As Cloud moved his mouth against her, Tifa's stomach tightened, her thighs clamping against his ears as she felt the pressure in her gut rise like a crescendo, building and building, moments away from reaching its peak—

Only to be heartlessly interrupted when he suddenly pulled away. She made no effort to fight back the whine that escaped her at his cruel hoax.

"Not yet," he said as he drew circles around her clit with his thumb, the pressure purposely not enough to bring her relief.

"You're a wicked man, Cloud Strife," she pouted. He flashed her a devious smile before his face disappeared from view once more.

It felt like hours passed as he teased her, repeatedly bringing her near her limit until she was vibrating from anticipation and begging for release. When he finally gave into her desperate pleading, Tifa didn't even attempt to stifle her cries of Cloud's name as she rode out the intensity of her long-awaited orgasm.

By the time she came to her senses, Cloud was hovering over her with a knowing smirk. "How was that?"

Despite her euphoric state, Tifa wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face. With a chilling grace and precision usually reserved for battle, she wrapped her legs around his middle, flipping their bodies so their positions were reversed.

As she lowered her face to his, she savored the way his lips parted and his eyes widened—evidence she'd managed to take him by surprise.

"Your turn."