Disclaimer: Don't own them- just borrowing for my own amusement.
Oral fixation
She hardly had time to stand up straight before Vincent took her, carried her upstairs and placed her on the bed, looming over her like a dark seductive tower. It seemed he was at her beck and call, ensnared by her and would do anything she asked. A marionette still attached to its strings, and only she could control them. Her body was quivering in pleasure and her skin was heating up to fever pitch. She was eying his erection, which seemed to get bigger with each passing second. Bringing her hands to his legs, she massaged his thighs before working upwards to his belt. There, she began undoing the clasps and slid the leather out of the loops and tossed it aside.
She then worked with the vest that covered his upper body, the heavy clasps making a clicking sound when she finally had it undone. Once that was off, she placed it on the floor and looked at her handiwork. It was fourtunate for her that he left his cloak downstairs. One less thing to worry about, she mused. Next, his shirt was slipped over his bed and was tossed just like his belt onto the floor. He stood before her, half naked, his skin illuminating in the dimly lit room; she had kept the shades closed since she had planned on going back to bed later on, but it hardly mattered since it was still raining and clouds covered the sky, shrouding the world in a dark grey light.
Sitting back down on the bed, she pulled him towards her by the hem of his pants, and started to undo the buttons. When she had gotten them completely undone, pulled them down to reveal his undergarments, which seemed to be very constricting at the moment. Looking up at him for a brief second or two, Tifa brought her hands to his bulge and started to knead and caress it, creating a small damp spot that was even visible to her. Deciding that she wanted to take another step further, Tifa pulled down his boxers and was faced with his engorged member. She had not taken him fully into her mouth last night, but now that their bodies were well acquainted with each other, Tifa wanted to try her hand at this form of foreplay. Grasping his thick member in her hands, she licked her lips and finally placed the head into her mouth, her tongue worrying at the tiny hole and lapping around, getting him wet.
Growing bolder, she removed her hands and started to bob her head up and down, her tongue licking and her mouth sucking at him. Deeper and deeper she took him until she could hear her own slurping sounds as she worked at him. One hand was placed on his abdomen where she kneaded his muscles, while her other went to his balls and massaged them as she continued taking him into her mouth.
Tifa wanted to try something else, something she had read in one of those trashy romance novels she liked to read on her own time; her guilty pleasure. She stopped her actions upon his cock and slowly removed the sheets, letting the material fall in a caressing manner against her body. Her heated skin was a stark contrast to the cool room and her skin broke out in goose flesh, but that was the last thing on her mind. Seated back down, she moved closer to his member, and taking her breasts, placed it in between the valley and moved them up and down, her head craned up and looking at him as she did this.
Her body grew hotter and her loins became wetter as he stood over her while she did this sinful act, but it felt good, damn good. Tifa found herself panting, her body moving frantically as his cock was encased in between her breasts. Small moans spilled from her lips, and as much as she wanted to continue this, she wanted to have some pleasure as well. Her body had broken out into a sweat, skin glistening with a dull shine, and her breath was hard and laboured. Licking her lips once more, and his member still in between her breasts, she looked up once more to Vincent.