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Body Worship / Blow Job

LIAM AND SIOBHAN

She's always been different from other girls. Bigger, bolder, brasser. But that's what he loves about her.

You couldn't miss Siobhan. She was six feet two, weighed more than she should and had a loud Irish voice. She was often the centre of attention and whilst she didn't like it, she learnt to accept it.

Liam was six feet six, muscular from head to toe and had a quiet Irish lilt. Almost the opposite of Siobhan. He could stand in a corner and despite being large was often ignored. He could be walking in the street and people would bump into him, claiming they didn't see him.

But not Siobhan. She always saw him. Had since they were teenagers. They'd met in the library and things had progressed from there really. Acquaintances to friends. Friends to lovers. Lovers to soulmates.

They may have been different but they knew each other so well.

Siobhan knew he loved to read - anything he could get his hands on; fiction, non-fiction, comics, anime, memoirs, journal articles, anything. She knew he preferred to sleep on his front, face turned to the side with his mouth slightly open, hair in disarray. She knew he hated fruit, there wasn't one type he liked, but vegetables, they were a different matter, there wasn't a vegetable he didn't like.

He knew that she loved building miniature things - their home was filled with small Lego figurines and buildings she had created throughout the years. He knew she hated the smell of coconut but loved the smell of strawberries. And he knew just where to touch her to pleasure her and have her cumming within minutes.

He worshipped the ground she walked on and make sure she knew it. Her upbringing hadn't been the easier, her mother passed away when she very young and her father followed when she was just nineteen. She'd taken over his pub, despite resistance from the locals and had it made it thrive. He was so proud of her and he liked to show her.

His favourite way was the spend hours worshipping her body, starting at her feet he would work his way up, kissing, licking and feeling until he got to her thighs where he would bite down on the ample flesh and suck it into his mouth, leaving a dark mark only they would see.

He would skim over her pussy, blowing air onto it as she keened and arched, attempting to push his head into her folds - the place she wanted him the most.

He'd resist though. He wanted her sopping.

He'd make his way across the curve of her stomach, stopping to dip his tongue into her belly button and taste the sweat that had gathered there. It was always sweet.

He'd trail his tongue up, licking the underside of her breasts and then the side before encasing a hard nipple in his hot mouth, tongue laving the pink bud.

His teeth would lightly graze the sensitive skin, knowing how much it turned on. She'd cry out and grab at his hair, begging him to go back to her pussy.

But he wouldn't. Not yet. He hadn't finished mapping out her body yet.

His next stop would be her neck. It was long, slender and pale. He'd wrap an arm around the back of it, pull her up and press a kiss to the skin, lightly biting down.

Her legs would shake underneath him and her voice would go quiet; a rarity for Siobhan. She'd beg quietly in his ear, pleading with him to give her the one thing she wanted; his mouth on her.

He'd lean up and breeze across her lips.

"Are you ready?" he'd ask, waiting for her to nod eagerly.

When she did, he'd slip in between her legs, clamping onto her clit with his lips and sucking on the fleshy bud.

She'd cry and arch, moisture gushing from her slit as she finally got what she wanted so badly.

He'd stay down there until she had come before rearing back and plunging his cock into her soaking hole, slipping inside easily as he always did.

They'd furiously fuck, sweat coating their bodies and their cries filling the air.

After several desperate thrusts, he would release inside her, his cock coated with her juices.

As he lay next to her and curled into her sweet body, he'd run a hand over her back and smile when he breathing quickly evened out, sleep overtaking her tired form.

He'd worship her body any day and every day if she gave him the chance.