spin_kick_snap | The House In Limbo City, Limbo City, Wednesday Evening

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The House In Limbo City, Limbo City, Wednesday Evening

It had been ten days since the kids had left and Kathy was mostly back to normal. The fact that it was the end of the semester had probably helped a bit in that regard - it was possible to be maudlin and to study your ass off, but it took a lot more energy than Kathy really had to spare.

Her immediate plans for the evening - more studying, finals started on Monday - had been immediately derailed when Dante had declared it a night off, carrying her downstairs to a pillow pile, made from what looked to be every pillow in the damn house. As if that wasn't dirty enough, he plied her with a mixing bowl full of ice cream, whipped cream, and caramel sauce, a similar-sized sundae for him on the other side of the nest.

Ice cream, blankets, pillows, and boyfriend. The perfect recipe to get rid of post-kid and pre-finals blues.

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Three years and counting and Kathy still shivered whenever Dante reminded her how much he loved eating her out. "Try not to drown," she told him, squeezing around his fingers as she pulled herself up and off.

She was almost dainty as she settled over his face, adjusting her skirt so it fluttered down just so. But the way she lowered herself down to his mouth was nothing short of a demand.

Dante's hands slid up to wrap around her tiny waist, eager and solid all at once. He dragged his tongue between her folds, one long opening lick, just to let her know he was there.

Wetness dripped down his tongue, slicked over his lips. "Dante," Kathy groaned, restless and needing more.

Dante hummed, somewhere low in his throat. He licked his way into her slowly, circling his tongue between her folds. Moving a little closer every time...

"You terrible tease," Kathy groaned and dragged her nails down his chest in retaliation.

That would've been a laugh, had it not been for her nails; now it was a groan.

He'd been teasing her for long enough anyway, and fuck-- he wanted to taste her.

More.

He pressed his tongue into her entrance. Lingered.

Good. He sometimes needed to be reminded that two could play the teasing game.

Kathy shifted forward, pressing herself more firmly down against his mouth as she bent over his body. Her nipples brushed over his abs, puckering tight, and she moaned.

There. His pants lay open still, but now she was pushing them down his hips, hand wrapping once more around his dick.

Oh, he knew they both could. Sometimes it was nice to provoke her, though.

The warmth of her hand sent an anticipatory shiver up his spine, but he ignored it, rolling his tongue, withdrawing just to lap into her again with long, sure strokes.

With all that provocation, her couldn't be at all surprised when Kathy simply bent her head and gently licked a circle around the head of his dick, right? Followed by a light suck on the top and a quick swipe of her tongue through the slit.

In a few moments, his mouth would leave her incapable of doing anything more complicated than sucking him down, so she needed to be ~~bratty~~ playful now while she still could.

This time, he pulled away so he could muffle a soft groan against her thigh.

He turned his head and pressed his lips against her clit. Sucked.

Good thing he'd asked to get his face wet - Kathy was soaked and only getting moreso as he worked her over. "More," she begged, rocking on his mouth, breath warm on the dampness her own mouth had left behind on his dick.

"More of what?" Dante asked, hoarse and teasing, his tongue sliding back into her depths as soon as the words had left him.

Kathy wasn't going to answer him. She too busy pulling his length back into the wet heat of her mouth to answer.

Besides, she thought it summed up her thoughts on the matter quite nicely.

Fu-u-uck, her mouth was heaven, warm and gripping. Dante's fingers curled tighter into her hips and he found an eager rhythm with her, lapping deeply into her core with each stroke of his tongue.

Kathy was doing her best to keep her body arched off of his - though she couldn't deny she missed the slow slide of his torso pressed against hers as her whole body moved with the rhythm of her hips. Harder to do with his dick pressed against the entrance to her throat and one swallow away from being encased by it, but Kathy was nothing if not committed to driving him crazy with her mouth.

And she was damn good at it. Already, Dante could feel his abdomen clenching, going tight-- he tried to put the pleasure out of his mind as much as he could, but his own motions stuttered a little.

He drew his tongue up against her clit, hoping, working to get her closer, too.

From the noises she was making around his dick, he was probably on the right path there. She couldn't cry out his name with her mouth full, but the choked-off sounds followed the cadence closely enough.

Kathy tried to keep going, but eventually lost the battle with her will and had to pull her mouth away, gasping for air as he proceeded to wreck her, grinding his face deep against her folds with no thought for anything but more.

He loved feeling her move like that. Feeling her chase her own wants, with him helpless to do anything but help her, coax more out of her. His fingers spread across her ass, giving her something firm to settle against. His nose rubbed against her clit, his tongue slipped across sensitive skin over and over again.

Fuck, but Kathy tasted amazing.

Her whole body felt electrified, long arcs of pleasure zipping through her limbs. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and her clit throbbed in time with his pulse. She was so wet she could feel herself dripping down her leg, at least until Dante's tongue flicked there to follow it back up.

"Dante," she whimpered again, saying his name with complete abandon while she lost her damn mind. Every thought she had was wiped away, every opinion, every fact was gone, everything except his name. That, she kept, the only thing, just his name right there on her tongue when everything else was dragged away by how hard she was coming above him.

He lingered, as he always did, wanting to take her halfway from this orgasm into the next. Dante's fingers stayed tight against her flesh, but it was her movements setting these final notes.

He was happy to stay in the moment.

Kathy groaned a little, still shifting over him, nice and slow. Fuck, his mouth felt good and each lap at her stretched her orgasm out just a little longer.

If it wasn't for his dick, still straining in the air, she'd be tempted to stay and let him get her twice. But, mmm...no.

Instead she was leaning back over, raising herself up on her knees a bit and away, to swallow him down again. Wouldn't stop him from following if he wasn't done with her, but she wasn't going to demand.

Well. Not that, anyway.

Yeah, maybe in a minute. After all that, Dante was wound up as fuck and he was gonna take a moment to drop his head back and enjoy the heat of her mouth wrapping around his dick.

"Fuck, yeah, Kathy..."

After the way he had lavished her cunt with attention, there was no way that Kathy could do anything less for him. No sooner did she have him in her mouth than she was sinking down on it, her nose pressed against the soft skin of his balls, the tip lodged deep in her throat. She bobbed, her hands flat against the pillows on either side of his thighs, dragging her mouth up and down his length.

Dante's hands trailed up over the small of her back as she moved, liking the feeling of something solid against his skin.

"Nobody does head like you," he groaned. "Dun' care if Anders hates hearing it..."

Okay, he probably wouldn't say that in front of Anders.

There were other things that Anders did better than Kathy - like talking Dante through his trauma. She could claim sucking dick.

His words made her preen and double down on her technique, giving him a few more long strokes with her mouth. Then she pulled away, turning her head to sink her teeth deep into the meat of his inner thigh, increasing the pressure steadily until she thought it would be enough to bruise.

And then, while he was reacting to that, she inhaled a deep breath and took him deep into the tight circle of her throat.

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