an atypical celebration

[succubitch]

Lilah hadn't been home for long, so far. She had never been the type of woman to take Valentine's Day off and try to rush home and have dinner plans or something else equally mushy and nauseating. She never saw the point. Besides, you'd be surprised at how many bitter lovers contacted an evil law firm for this holiday. It was one of their busiest days of the year.

Still, she was home now, and changed out of her suit, pulling on a silken robe. She didn't expect to see Wesley tonight. They didn't typically spend days like today together. It wasn't how they did things.

Of course, she did get word before she left the office that he had killed one of her clients. She supposed that was almost romantic, in it's own way.

She had been in her bathroom, about to fill up a bath for herself when she heard the knock on her door. Surprising, but she had an idea who it was. Not too many people came to her apartment. Not too many people knew where her apartment was.

She made her way to the door, smirking as she saw Wesley there. Holding a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates.

"And here I thought I wouldn't get anything today."

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[succubitch]

It was more fun, in some ways, when he pretended like she wasn't effecting him. Because it made it that much more satisfying when she got a full on reaction out of him. Besides, by now, she knew all of his different little tells. The way he stood more rigidly, the way her his breath became more ragged.

She continued to graze her tongue over his length, hollowing her mouth as she continued to move her mouth up and down him. He usually stopped her after a while, wanting to fuck her, but today she was in the mood to watch him completely come undone.

[demonologist]

As in all things, Lilah was very accomplished in whatever task she set herself. Knew just the right actions to take to push him that much closer to the edge. It wasn't long before he was gasping slightly, making sounds which bordered on a moan. His hips shifted subtly, but he battled the urge to thrust into her mouth. She was the one who was dictating how deep he went and he wasn't going to force that. It was amazing to watch, to see her going down on him, and feel that heady combination of friction and suction which never failed to get his heart pounding and eyes rolling into the back of his head. Lilah had a very talented tongue, and she bloody well knew it.

[succubitch]

This was the best part, watching him struggle with his self control. To watch as he battled not to take control of the situation. Because even though she was in the so called submissive position you would have to be dumb to think Lilah wasn't in control here. She dictated how much he felt, what he felt, and they both knew it. It was the same reason he was fond of going down on her. They both liked the power these positions held.

The knees were beginning to ache from kneeling down on the hard tiled floor of her kitchen, but she tried to ignore it as she continued her ministrations, watching as he slowly lost more and more control.

[demonologist]

Soon it got to a point where he couldn't hide it any longer, how close to the brink he was. His panting breaths grew harsher and more vocalised until he was moaning in earnest. He let go of the counter with one hand and caressed the top of her head, his fingers finally gripping her hair and guiding her movements. But still not forcing. Never that. There was only so long that he could maintain this level of arousal before tipping over. So he tried to let her know it was time to switch it up again. She could get off of her knees and have a rest while he returned the favour.

"All right, that's enough." He murmured between breathless gasps.

[succubitch]

A devilish smirk spread across her lips as she pulled away for a moment, as if she actually planned on stopping. Which she didn't.

"But I'm not done yet," She quipped, looking up at him. She could see he was close now, just barely holding onto his last strands of control. It wouldn't take much more to push him over the edge.

And with that in mind she leaned in, taking him into her mouth again.