His breath told her he almost smiled at that, so she kissed him just to make certain this situation was alright with him. His lips welcomed hers in a way that could almost be called kissing her in return, which she knew to consider as enthusiasm given his mood. Reassured by this, she let herself undress him. She did so quickly and intentionally looking as though his body did not affect her, and she was not paying attention to his beautiful soft skin, every inch of which -- in reality -- she savoured the renewed sight of.
She decided to suck him, which she did without thinking of her own experience of the act, and merely enjoying the concept of his cock in her mouth, in her hands, feeling his heartbeat on her tongue. She continued until he was quite clearly enjoying it, then stopped. She felt this followed well to her actions thus far, and knew she didn't have the neck/arm strength to make him come anyway. "Now you'll lick me back." She didn't doubt her authority to say this in his mind, and lay back to enjoy it. She felt a little guilty for teasing him so, but she fully intended to reward him for as long as he wanted, in an hour or so. She struggled not to feel awkward about what she was commanding him to do, it really was rather nice. He was so good to her, so gentle, she felt blessed that he would lick her out with no complaint. "Use your hands, too." He obliged, and she shivered. He'd occasionally look up at her with his tongue still engaged and she couldn't help but smile at him with eyes full of love. She tried to be quiet, and she thanked him as evenly as she could -- trying to be his mistress and not his charge, even though her body felt indebted to him.
She knelt over his waist and bent to kiss him, which she did deeply with him actually responding to it this time. She ever so gently nibbled on his lower lip as she teased by slipping onto him less than an inch and rising again, then she pulled away to look at him when she took him all in at once and he looked at her thankfully. After a while he thrust at her slightly and she stopped completely, and told him he had to ask to do that, before resuming just slightly slower. He completely took that on board, of course, he was so very well behaved.
"Please can I move too, mistress? Please, I'll do a---" Part of her was embarrassed that he was willing to beg, but another part thought it was simply incredibly hot. He was cut off by her agreeing and pulling at his hips. He smiled. "You've been such a good boy. Would you like a reward? Do you want to fuck me? Or perhaps I could drink you?" He looked at her and she felt like holding him forever and perhaps baking him some muffins.
"Would you drink me, mistress?" he whispered, it really was a question, but to anybody else that was not important -- one could not refuse such sweet, big eyes anything.
