6.

Tie


"Can you feel me licking you right here?"

He groans.

"And here?" she flicks her tongue on his underside, in short and affectionate licks.

"Donna…"

She looks at his frowned brows, hands fisting the sheets tightly and his tie rolled around and securely covering his eyes.

She takes her time with him, not that he's ever minding being like this, as his free hands trying to be out of the way as much as he can, but she's been guiding him to the brink over and over, only to pull him right back before the fall, and by his deep growls, she thinks he's starting to get really frustrated.

The lack of perception is heightening his senses, and he can almost feel her smell engulfing him. He's extra sensitive, feeling the slight pressure of her fingers around his shaft like purposeful strokes. Her hot breath against his head and the warm texture of her saliva is making him believe like he's actually drowning in the good sensations all this brings.

And her voice. God, her voice. Her sultry tone and vibrating hums, and her sweet talk. It's making him impossibly harder and he can't think of a time he's ever felt Donna being everywhere.

She literally owns him. Not that she usually doesn't, but right at this moment, he's all hers, under her control and her spell, and being inhibited from sight is making him feel like she's the only person and thing that exists in his world. No bedroom, no condo, no clothes, no work, nothing that he can see and make him even the slightest bit distracted. Just Donna.

"Baby please," he chokes.

He feels her lick his balls, and he envisions her beautiful frame kneeling in front of him, with her head rocking slightly up and down, her flattened tongue on them and probably with her eyes closed, fuck.

"Oh honey, you taste so good"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She lets go of his member, only cupping his balls in her right hand, continuing with her ministrations. That's when she feels him tightening, and a hot liquid shoots towards her cheek.

She smirks triumphantly.