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Fluffy Feb Day 28- Comfort Sex [Greg Montgomery]

Warnings: established relationship, praise kink, some dumbification, overstimulation, oral sex (both receiving), condescending Greg, p in v sex, comfort sex but make it a little kinky because February can be very tough and I know the girlies are struggling rn (I am one of the girlies)

Pairing: Greg Montgomery x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: big love to @greg-montgomery for reading it over, and inspiring me to write this, and to @doctorstethoscope for putting on this amazing event❤️ this is the first thing I’ve written for a non CM character, so please let me know what you think! Happy fluffy feb, folks. That’s a wrap

“Hi, honey!” The predictable kiss to your cheek when Greg sets his briefcase down should make you feel better, but the smile you force makes him pause. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” The lie rolls off your tongue with ease. You’re fine. “How was your day?”

“It was Anderson’s last day, so Pete brought a few strippers into the office. Oh, and I finished up that divorce settlement that’s been dragging on.” Greg’s jacket comes off and he hangs it on the coat rack before moving toward the sofa. “My mother wants us to come over for dinner on Friday to discuss the charity luncheon. It’s for sick horses, or maybe women, I think; she either said ‘equestrian’ or ‘equality’, but the stripper music was really loud.”

“So a normal day, for you.” Your teasing falls a little flat, and he frowns as he sits down next to you on the sofa.

“I guess. Hey, what’s going on? Where’s that smile?” His coaxing doesn’t have the effect he’s looking for, you’re sure. Instead, your chin wobbles and you let out a huff of annoyance. “Talk to me. Come on.”

“Everyone’s just… everyone is an idiot,” you snap, catching yourself off-guard with the fury behind your words. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it’s just, I feel like I’m the only person at work who has a brain and knows how to use it, and I feel like I’m doing everything, and now my boss is mad at me because I’ve made a few mistakes because I’ve been doing everyone else’s job, and now we have this luncheon to worry about for your mother’s horses, and-”

“Hey.” His voice is sharp, and one hand encircles your wrist. “Just breathe. Don’t apologize to me. I want you to tell me this kind of stuff, honey, you know that. Is anything else bothering you?”

The laundry list of things that have been annoying you seems meagre when you actually have to say it out loud. “I got stuck on the way to work behind a car that didn’t use its turn signal,” you mumble. “And the diner was out of sandwiches when I went there for lunch because they didn’t make enough to last all day. It’s all dumb stuff, I’m just tired.”

“It’s not dumb. If it’s bothering you, it’s not dumb,” Greg promises. “What can I do to help? Just say the word.”

You huff again, ignoring the way his lips twitch at the sound. “I don’t know. I just feel like you and I are the only people in the world who have two brain cells to rub together, and I’m tired of it. I spend every single day thinking for everyone and fixing things they should fix, and doing things they should be doing.”

Greg puts one arm around your shoulders, pulling you in sideways. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs, dragging his lips against your cheek in a long kiss. “You know what I think?”

“That I should get promoted? Or at least, get in less trouble?” You grumble, allowing him to pull you close. “Good luck with that.”

“Well, yes,” he agrees after a second. “Of course. But I can’t do that. What I can do is, I can turn your pretty little brain off for a while.”

Oh. That’s not what you were expecting to hear, but it sounds nice. “I just don’t want to think,” you mumble, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. “It’s too much.”

“I know it is, baby. Come on, it’s okay,” he soothes. One of his hands slides down your side, seamlessly unbuttoning your pants. “Can I? Let me take care of you.”

That’s the magical sentence, the key to the kingdom, and you nod in answer. Your eyes start to flutter shut when his fingers toy with the waistband of your panties, but you force yourself to keep them open so you can look at him.

“I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs again, leaning in to line your neck with kisses. “No need to think. You’re mine, remember? And I take good care of what’s mine.”

It’s true, he does, and you can already feel yourself going fuzzy around the edges when he circles your clit with one finger. “Mm…”

You feel his smile against your skin, that self-satisfied smirk he wears whenever he turns you to putty. “That’s it. Just take it, just like that. My good girl’s already getting so wet for me, so perfect.”

Greg won’t push a finger in until you’re dripping; you know that from experience. One of his fingers keeps circling your clit, and he uses his other hand to push down your shirt and bra, giving him access to thumb at your nipple.

“I’ll, I can take it off,” you offer, already thinking about sliding off your shirt and unclasping your bra, and Greg sinks his teeth into the skin of your shoulder in warning.

“I’ll take it off when I want it off,” he promises. “Stop trying so hard. You’re mine, I’m in charge here. You’re going to get what I give you, yeah? You’ve got a safeword. If you aren’t saying it, you’re taking what you get.”

“Y-yeah.” Your breath hitches through the word when he pinches your nipple, his finger rubbing you faster with more and more pressure as the seconds pass.

His hand moves down slightly, and he groans into your ear when he swipes a finger through your folds to discover how wet you are. “That’s it. Is this turning you on, hm? You like it when I take good care of my princess?” One finger moves back to rub at your clit, lubricated with your arousal.

When he pulls his head away from your shoulder, you bury his face in his neck. It hardly muffles your moans, or your whines of, “Gonna, I need to, please,” against his skin.

“Come for me,” he coaxes. “You don’t have to ask, it’s okay. All over my hand, just like that, go ahead.”

The permission is like a release all on its own, and you moan unabashedly into him as you come, shaking and writhing against him as you grind down onto his hand.

His finger stays steady against you, working you through your orgasm while you whimper into his neck. When he doesn’t stop playing with your clit, you pull back with a soft groan.

“Was good,” you sigh out, and Greg kisses you sweetly without his rhythm faltering. “I’m- oh, I’m good, baby, thank you.”

“Very good,” he agrees, his voice soft and husky against your lips. “I’ve got such a good girl. You can come again, good girl, I know you can.”

“Greg…” You squirm under him, pleasure mounting quickly as your first orgasm starts to build into your second without letting you come down first.

He shushes you, kissing your neck again as you come undone on his fingers a second time, your orgasm cresting like a soft wave. “You can take it, just like that. So wet for me, sweetheart, so perfect.” The praise kisses your ears as he kisses you again, finally, blissfully withdrawing his hand as you take a deep breath.

Several deep breaths later, you start to return to yourself. The orgasms weren’t fireworks, or mind-blowing. They were good, of course, but they washed over you in a gentle wave of pleasure rather than making you cry out or making your eyes roll back in your head.

“Ready for more?” He asks with another slow kiss, and you pull back to blink at him.

“More?” You echo, and Greg chuckles at that.

Standing up off the couch, he offers you one hand and you take it. “Yes, more,” he promises, leading you toward the bedroom. “My girl hasn’t had enough yet. I want to hear you beg.”

The bed is soft beneath you when he lays you back, skimming both hands down your eyes before slowly- painfully slowly- tugging your pants and underwear down until they hit the floor. “I want to taste you,” you mumble, and he grins.

Something about sucking him off, having the most intimate part of him under your control, never fails to drive you crazy. Some days, he comes home to find you already on your knees because you crave the taste of him so badly. Although, ever since one incident where you’d nicked the head of his dick with one of your teeth, he has a new… approach.

“You think you can take it? Already, baby, but you need to be careful,” he warns. “Remember, my good girl knows how to listen. You can unzip me.”

His zipper comes down so fast that it’s almost comical, and when he gives permission you push his pants and boxers off while he discards his shirt.

“I want it.” Your voice is breathless as you eye his hard cock, hard enough to be standing up when he lays back on the bed.

“I know you do,” he says, his voice equal parting soothing and husky. “Okay, greedy girl. You remember what to do?”

This part always frustrates you; the way he talks like you’ve never blown him before, like you’ve never had him whining for your touch. “I know,” you huff, and he wraps one hand in your hair to steady it against the back of your head.

He continues talking like he hasn’t heard you. “First, you can grip it. Stroke nice and slow, get me ready. Stick out your tongue, that’s it. Look how fast my girl is learning.”

You’re perched between his thighs, one hand gripping his hairy leg while you take his cock in your other hand and stroke it. Nice and slow, just like he said, and when you see a bead of pre-cum your tongue slides out of your open mouth of its own volition.��

“I’m ready,” you insist, and Greg twists his hand in your hair just tight enough to hurt. “I am! I’m ready, I can do it.”

“You can do it if you can follow instructions,” he corrects you. “Tap the head on your tongue, sweetheart. Let me feel that mouth.”

“Could feel more of my mouth,” you mumble, but he ‘tsk’s at that until you follow his direction.

“Not yet, I can’t,” he sighs while he watches you, sympathetic. “Now, maybe if my greedy girl weren’t a safety hazard, we could do this however you want. But for now, you’re listening to me.”

You want to complain about that, but then he’s got his free hand steadying your jaw. “Open up more,” he murmurs, and your jaw drops obediently. “Good girl. If I feel anything other than that tongue and those pretty lips, I’m going to edge you until you cry. And we don’t want that, do we?”

He uses the hand tangled in your hair to shake your head for you. “No, we don’t.” He answers his own question, then slowly pushes into your mouth. “Just like that, good girl,” he praises. “You can stroke the rest of it, for now. You feel so good, I don’t want to finish too soon.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you listen to his instructions, bobbing your head only as much as he allows you to. Drool escapes your mouth, making the glide of your hand on his cock smoother, and you shift with excitement when you hear him sigh in pleasure.

You’re doing it. You’re being his good girl, following his instructions so perfectly, and if you could live out the rest of your days with your head between his thighs and his hands holding you in place, you surely would. It’s blissful, the familiar weight of him in your mouth, grounding you.

Time passes- how much, you can’t say- and Greg lets you get closer, take a little more of him. He even lets you suckle at his sac at one point before guiding you back up to his cock and thrusting shallowly; something he does so rarely that it feels like a reward for you when he does. He pumps into your mouth, once, twice, and you can feel him twitch against your tongue before he pulls out completely.

“Didn’t finish,” you complain, and he shuts you up by pulling you closer up on the bed with the hand in your hair and kissing you.

“I know, baby,” he soothes when you’ve broken apart, discarding your shirt and bra to the floor. “I know. But you got to taste, and now I can make my girl feel so good, can’t I?”

“Fuck me.” It’s half demand, half plea, and Greg is having none of it.

“Not yet.” He lays you back on the bed and gets between your thighs, kissing a line down your neck. When you whine with impatience, two of his fingers nudge your lips. “Suck on those, sweetheart. You can be good for a little longer.”

He’s right, you can be, so you eagerly suck the digits into your mouth as his lips caress your breasts, then your stomach, then your upper thighs while he slides down the bed. “Mm,” you protest around the fingers when you spread your legs for him, and he doesn’t immediately dive between them, instead pulling the fingers out of your mouth and tracing your nipple with saliva.

Sucking his cock has gotten you worked up again, and you’re ready for one of those mind-numbing, toe-curling orgasms that only he can give you. Luckily, he acquiesces after a long moment, wrapping his lips around your clit to suck. Hard.

His tongue pushes into you, curling and probing perfectly, and he pulls off after a minute just to murmur, “Come when you’re ready,” and then he’s back on you with fervour. When you do come, your back arches and you cry out and this time you definitely see fireworks, but he’s still not stopping. “Again,” he insists, panting into your skin as his tongue flicks against your clit and you moan.

Both of your hands are tangled in his hair by the time he pulls away, and by then you’ve got no idea how many times you’ve finished. Orgasm has blurred into orgasm, one continuous stream of pleasure that has you blinking away tears and breathing heavily when Greg comes up for air. His chin is wet, his eyes sinfully dark, and he’s still got a stupid smirk on his face, and if you could possibly come again you would probably do it just from looking at him.

“Just a few more,” he promises you, fisting his cock. It’s an angry purple, the bedsheet under him spotted with pre-cum, and you moan aloud at the idea of him enjoying eating you out so much that’s turning him on. His promise of ‘a few more’ doesn’t even register, at first. You’re drunk off the feel of his tongue, unable to form a sentence if you tried, and you need him inside you now.

“Please.” It’s a whine, and Greg grins at your needy pout while he kisses you. “Please, I need it.”

“I know you do,” he whispers. “Can you ride me? Can my princess handle that?”

You shake your head, no, you can’t handle it. Your legs are trembling and achy, you’ve come too many times, and you couldn’t move right now if you tried.

Instead of getting frustrated, Greg just chuckles while he pushes your legs back open. “No?” He teases, pressing the head of his cock against your hole. He pushes the head in slightly, then pulls it out just to hear your lewd moan at the loss. “Did I make my good girl so dumb she can’t even ride me? I’ve been so nice to you, sweetheart, and you can’t help your man out?”

Tears prick at your eyes as you nod furiously. “M sorry,” you gasp out, willing your legs to spread further for him. His thumb grazes your clit again and you flinch, overstimulated. “It’s, it’s too much, I can’t.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby.” His grin doesn’t falter as his thumb speeds up, pressing directly on the bundle of nerves until your eyes roll back and your back arches off the bed. “I’ll forgive you if you can come again, how’s that sound?”

It sounds impossible, but the way he’s giving you no reprieve is starting to make you shake under him all over again. “Can’t, I can’t, please!”

“I think you can.” He presses his cock into you again, hardly an inch. “You love it when I do this, you love being my dumb baby. You beg for it. Soak my cock, get it nice and wet so I can fuck you.”

Your whimper almost breaks the sound barrier, you swear. Greg’s thumb doesn’t slow down or break the rhythm at all when you try to squirm away, and he pins you down with one hand on your abdomen. “Please, please, please, please!”

It’s hard to tell what you’re begging for now, but he doesn’t care. His tongue pokes out in concentration, staring down at your pussy as you clench around the head of his cock. When his eyes dart up, connecting with yours, you shatter.

It’s like falling off a skyscraper, becoming a firework, a train of pleasure colliding with your body as you howl. Words escape you and your mouth falls open in a silent scream when he finally, blissfully, pushes in the rest of the way. You can’t focus on him or the way he cups your cheek or the words he mumbles, you can’t focus on anything except the slick drag of his cock inside you.

“Knew you could do it,” he pants, squeezing your jaw a little. “So pretty when you come for me, baby.”

“Greg, Greg, Greg-” You’re gasping out his name with each punctuated thrust, the only word in your brain now. You can’t even remember your own name, you’re so fuzzy.

“Did I get my girl all stupid?” He croons, grinning down at you with that sinisterly innocent smile. “Oh, I did. Look at those pretty eyes. All glazed over, not a single thought in there. You like my cock that much, princess? Hm?”

“Mhm, mm,” you moan behind closed lips, and you hear his chuckle.

“I thought so. You like it when I treat you good? When I rub that clit until you can’t breathe?” Your sharp inhale follows the sound of him spitting onto his hand, reaching down to roll circles around the swollen bud. “I know you need it, baby, you can do it.”

There are tears streaming down your face now, and you hardly know when they started. You’re too overwhelmed with pleasure, you can hardly stand it, you don’t know how much longer you can go. You don’t want to stop, that’s the only thing you know. He’s in charge, like he always tells you. He knows best, you’re his dumb baby, and you can take whatever he gives you, you can.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos when you don’t try to argue. “Just like that. I’m thinking for you, remember? You’re all mine. You’re going to let me keep playing with this pretty pussy, aren’t you?”

Swallowing a sob, you can only nod as he kisses you again. You let him invade your mouth as you grip his back, leaving scratches that are sure to burn but he only hisses in pleasure. You’re being so good that you’re almost dizzy with the thought of it, so good for him, he’s mumbling into your mouth that you’re so fucking perfect and it makes you shudder in pleasure.

It can’t be possible for your body to come again, but it also shouldn’t be possible for one man to be so perfect, and you think that Greg can find a way to do anything. When you start to feel that familiar twist in your belly you whine, and he pulls his hand away, and you don’t know if you’re disappointed or relieved.

“Can I come?” He asks, breathless, just what you’ve been waiting for, and he places his hand on your stomach. “Right here, can I fill you up?”

The sigh of relief he lets out when you nod is orgasmic in its own right. He thrusts again, once, twice more, and then you can feel him flooding your insides like he promised, filling you up with him. “Good girl,” he gasps out as he ruts through it, crushing his lips to yours as you kiss back hazily, messily.

Instead of collapsing on the bed when he pulls out, he immediately moves back down your body and mouths at your hip. “I’m gonna clean you up,” he says, gazing up at you as his lips trail lower and he sucks a mark on your inner thigh. “One more, on my tongue. My good girl can do it.”

Truthfully, you don’t know if you can. You feel weighed down, boneless, and the idea of ever coming again sounds impossible. But you’re good for him, you’re his good girl, you’re his, so you just nod.

“Eyes on me,” he whispers, and he keeps his gaze locked on you as- fuck, as his tongue pushes inside you and curls, lapping up the taste of himself before it can leak out of you. Greg moans against you, into you, and as soon as you can feel your arms again you place one hand in his hair. It’s damp with sweat, the locks sliding through your fingers, and when you tangle your fingers in it to keep a grip on him he only licks harder.

Your hips rock up off the bed to meet his mouth, and his nose bumps against your clit as he tries to get even closer to you. Once he’s satisfied with cleaning his cum out of you he pulls back, still holding eye contact with you, and you see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.

You must have died, several orgasms ago. This must be heaven.

Greg latches back onto your clit in a frenzy, sucking hard as he rolls his tongue over the bud, and a fresh stream of tears escapes you when you sob, yanking his hair hard, chanting yes, yes, yes, and please, Greg, fuck, as you come undone on his tongue like you have so many times tonight.

His tongue laves over you as you come down, an unspoken apology to your overused pussy, and he pulls away after you whine softly. Your hands release his hair and he moves up the bed, kissing you gingerly.

This might be your favourite part; lying in his arms in the afterglow, with no need to do or say or think. “Hi, sweetheart,” he murmurs once you’ve settled into him. “You did so well for me. How’s my best girl doing?”

Words haven’t returned to you yet; maybe they never will. When he wraps one arm around your shoulders, you roll over on your side to nestle your head in your favourite spot between his jaw and his collarbone and hum with contentment.

“So perfect,” he praises, and you turn your face into the crook of his neck. He loves to praise you, especially afterwards, and you both know how badly you want- no, need- to hear it, but it still gets you embarrassed sometimes. “You took me so well, sweet girl. I’m so proud of you.”

“Sorry.” Your voice is raspy, your throat dry, and your words are muffled against him. “Couldn’t ride you, Greg. ‘M sorry.”

“Hey,” he pulls back just enough to kiss the side of your head, “No apologizing. You could never let me down, angel. You’re so perfect for me, all the time.” When you relax back against him, he continues speaking, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “Honestly, after all that, I’ll be impressed if you can even walk.”

There might be a challenge in his tone, or maybe you’re just imagining it, because when you hmph indignantly he lets out a tranquil sigh and starts stroking soothing lines down your back with the hand wrapped around you. “Alright, sweetheart, let’s not find out tonight. You deserve some rest. Do you need anything else?”

After a moment, you inhale deeply. You’re surrounded by the scent and feel and voice of the man you love. The taste of him is still in your mouth, and you’ve got a perfectly-captured image in your mind’s eye of the beautiful smile he gave you before he kissed you. You’ve got everything you need, and you shake your head to tell him that.

“Alright. You’ll let me know if you need anything, okay?” He waits for you to nod. “I love you.”

“Love you more,” you mumble. You want to hear more of him, you want him to speak until his is the only voice you recognize, so you ask the only thing you can think of short of asking him to read you the dictionary. “How was your day?”

A smile pulls at his lips, and you can see it in your head when you feel his jaw shift above you. It’s that lopsided smile that always makes you want to kiss him silly, you just know it is. “It was good. It was Anderson’s last day, and we had a party. How was your day, princess?”

You sigh against his skin, relaxing into his embrace like it’s a warm cloud you could sink into and never emerge from. “It was perfect.”

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ssaaaronmontgomery · 27 days

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Old Fantasies

Warnings: Smut, oral (female and male receiving), anal fingering (male receiving), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, edging greg a little ;), unprotected vaginal sex, not proofread. I think that's everything!

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Greg Montgomery x fem!reader

A/n: I needed to write some Greggie smut 🥰. This was inspired by Dharma & Greg when they sleep in his old bedroom! I've been having a hard time trying to get back into writing and I'm just going with whatever comes to me right now whenever I get the motivation. Hope you enjoy some smiley Greg smut ❤️.

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This fic is NSFW minors please DNI****

"You seriously never got any action in here?" You giggle a little bit as you ask Greg this. You two were staying in his old bedroom at his Kitty and Edward's house. His cheeks were in flames from the current conversation and he was acting a little shy. You can't help but think about how adorable he looks.

Greg shakes his head with his lips pulled into a shy smile and he looks away. "No. Not with another person anyway." He mumbles that last bit. The implications of what he is saying makes another giggle exit you. You're sitting on the old bed with him, his hand rubbing little circles on your lower back.

You keep your gaze on his flushed face and you lean in to press a little kiss to his cheek, then his jaw, and then his neck. His face heats up a little more. "Well I think we should change that. Maybe make your old fantasies come true?" You pull away enough you see his expression and you grin at him. He is blushing profusely. He looks at you for a moment and he's trying to figure out if you're really being serious about it. His smile never leaves.

"Really?" He asks, his voice a little quieter now, but you can hear and see the excitement he's feeling. You nod and lean in to kiss him, cupping his cheek. You can feel just how hot his face is from the intense blushing. His soft lips meet yours in a slow and tender kiss, which he smiles into like he almost always does.

You place your hand on his chest and gently push him back so you are both lying down. His hands go to your hips and he helps you straddle him, your kiss growing more heated in the process. Your tongue slips into his mouth to explore, though you've done it many times you never get enough of it. One of Greg's hands stays on your hip and his other moves to hold the back of your head, but it doesn't take long before he lets both of his hands wander beneath your top.

His touch is light as he rubs your skin and those ever curious hands wander further, eventually cupping your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples and you both let out a soft moan against each other's lips. You pull back and slip your shirt off before leaning forward again to continue kissing him.

You can feel him getting excited beneath you and you begin to slowly rock your hips against his, a low groan leaving him. You move your mouth to his neck, kissing and sucking, careful not to leave any marks that would make breakfast with his parents in the morning slightly more awkward. A small moan leaves him when you suck on his pulse point.

You grind your hips down with a little more force now, feeling him grow harder against you. Your hands travel beneath his shirt this time, doing to him what he had just done to you. He loves it when you play with his nipples too. He gets his shirt off and he is grinning up at you. You smile at him and lower your head so you can wrap your lips around his nipple and another noise leaves him, his hips grinding up into yours. You love working him up like this.

It doesn't take long before you are both completely naked and you're moving further down his body. You get between his thighs and he still has that grin on his face. You lick up from his base to his tip and he lets out a soft groan that makes you drip for him. You love all of his noises. You love hearing him and knowing he's enjoying it. Your lips wrap around his tip and you lick his precum, tasting him eagerly. You suckle on his sensitive tip for a little bit before sliding your mouth down on him all the way.

You see his abdomen tighten and his hands fisting the bedding. He tries to keep his eyes on you, wanting to see everything you do to him, but he closes his eyes reluctantly and focuses on the feeling of your warm, wet mouth enveloping his length.

He continues to let out small gasps and moans and you continue bobbing your head. You reach one hand up and slip your fingers into his mouth and he accepts them without hesitation, sucking on them until you pull them out to trail them down and tease his hole with your fingertips. His hips buck and he gets a jolt of arousal through him. You look up at his gorgeous face and his eyes are open now, looking down at you. You continue teasing his entrance and he nods his head, a desperate "please" leaving him.

You slide a finger into him and keep moving your mouth up and down on his cock. He lets out more gasps and moans, trying hard to be quiet so no one hears. You slowly thrust your finger inside him and you see the bliss on his face. You taste more of his precum on your tongue and you moan around him, feeling your cunt get wetter and wetter by the second.

You let him adjust to one finger before slipping another inside, giving him a more delightful stretch that makes his hips buck again and a loud groan leaves him. He quickly covers his mouth with his own hand, trying to prevent any other loud sounds. You remove your mouth so you can take some time to catch your breath and you continue fucking him with your fingers, going a little faster now.

You can hear Greg let out a little whimper from the pleasure and you kiss the inside of his thigh affectionately. He's looking down at you again and he looks desperate to release.

"You doing okay, honey?" You ask him just to check in, you both check in on each other even if it looks like the other is feeling amazing. It's just what you two do. He nods immediately.

"Amazing. Feels amazing." He says with a breathy tone. You can see his Adam's apple bob when he swallows thickly. You take his throbbing length in your other hand and stroke him slowly. "Good, sweetheart." You whisper before moving your mouth back to his tip, alternating between swirling your tongue around it and gently sucking on it.

You know he is staving off his orgasm because he wants to be inside of you for that, but with everything you're doing to him now, he's not sure he'll last. Your fingers slip deeper and he almost moans louder but remembers he needs to be quiet. He squeezes his eyes shut and fists the bedding again. You stroke his length faster and he's ready to forget about holding his climax off and just give in. He almost does and right when he is about to reach that blissful high, you stop pumping him and you remove your mouth from his tip along with removing your fingers from his hole. He whines and opens his eyes, looking at you with desperation.

"Wh- why did you stop?" He asks, his voice is still just as breathy as breathy as before. You climb on him and straddle him like you had some earlier. "Because I wanted to be a little mean. You do it all the time, so you can't complain here." You grin at him and kiss him a little harder than before. He tastes himself on you and a delighted moan leaves him again.

"Okay, I see your point. I get it. Maybe I'll stop doing that to you as much. Even if it is fun to see that pout on your face when I do it." He smiles at you and you giggle a little bit. You feel his fingers begin tracing your own entrance lightly and a soft sound leaves you. You press your face into his neck and he begins rubbing your clit after feeling just how soaked you are.

It doesn't take long for your first orgasm to crash over you. You had wanted to keep all of the focus on him tonight, but he never really lets you give him all of the attention. After he rides you through your high, he slips his finger into your cunt making you whine softly, and he feels its warmth and wetness which he can't wait to bury his cock in.

"Come here." He whispers and removes his finger so his can grab your hips and pull you up, wanting you to sit on his face. You do as he wants, knowing that your pleasure also gets him off just the same as his gets you going too.

You get situated above him and he grins again. "My favourite view." He says before pulling you down to sit on his face. His tongue immediately laps at your core, licking up your juices eagerly. His tongue thrust into you a few times before going to your clit and flicking it gently. Meanwhile, you struggle to contain your noises just as much as Greg had been struggling to earlier.

Your hips rock a little bit and he pulls you down harder, his tongue flicking faster, occasionally dipping through your folds to get a better taste of your arousal. Your hand finds his hair and grips it tightly, causing him to groan into your cunt. You can feel the coil in you getting ready to snap for the second time and the view of Greg's face beneath you, lapping at your pussy like it's the last time he will ever do it again, pushes you over that edge and now it's your turn to cover your mouth in an attempt to keep yourself from screaming his name.

He licks up your mess and you lift yourself up and see your slick all over his lips and chin as he smiles happily up at you. He always looks so happy, especially after things like this. He's a sweetheart and you love him. You love his smile and you can always count on it to make your heart flutter.

He leans up to press one more kiss to your core and then you move back to straddling his hips once again. You kiss him some more, nuzzling your face against his cheek and neck, loving to show him affection that way. He often does it to you too. It makes your heart beat faster when he does.

"You're perfect." He whispers to you and you smile shyly. It always makes you shy when he says things like that. You press your face into his neck further.

"So are you." You mumble against his skin and press a soft kiss there. He smiles more. You can't see it, but you know he is. You can feel it in your heart. He gently pulls your head from his neck so he can place some more soft kisses on your lips. You kiss him back and your hand moves to guide his still throbbing length to your core.

His tip presses into you and you slide your soaking pussy down on him until he is buried deep inside of you. You both groan together. Your warm, wet cunt feels so inviting and he stretches you open deliciously. You both stay still for a little bit, savouring the feeling of being so close. Greg's hands gently rub up and down your back as you adjust to the feeling of being so full. He always makes sure you adjust before trying to move at all.

Once you've adjusted, you start to slowly move yourself up and down on him. He helps you by thrusting up into you slowly and holds you close to him. He times his movements with yours and he manages to hit deeper inside of you, making you moan into his shoulder.

"Shh, I've got you, honey." He speaks softly and you love it. You love how he is. How he speaks to you. You had intended for things to be a little more intense and adventurous, but sometimes those intentions change and end up going differently, which is always fine as long as you both enjoy it.

You continue riding him slowly, feeling every part of the wonderful stretch he gives you. Both of you are breathing heavily and sweating together. You grind your hips down slightly faster, but still on the slower side. You feel Greg's hand reach back down between your bodies and his thumb rubs small circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing you closer to another climax.

Your arms wrap around his neck and your hips falter at the added sensation he is providing, but his other hand moves to your hip to help you get your rhythm back. You let out small moans and press your face into the crook of his neck. Greg can feel you clench around him and he lets out a deep breath.

"Come on, honey. Let go. You can do it." Greg coaxes you softly and you do just as he says, his sweet voice and gentle words help to pull that last orgasm out of you and you cling to him tightly, muffling your moans against his skin.

He rides you through it and the feeling of you climaxing around his length nearly pushes him over the edge with you, but he holds it off a little longer to get you through your high before speaking again.

"Where do you want me, sweetheart?" He asks, turning his head so he can look at your face and you pull yours out of his neck to meet his eyes before pressing your face back into that comforting crook again. "Inside, Greggie. Inside, please." And he wraps his arms back around you and thrust up into your warm wet core a few more times before groaning loudly, not caring if he's heard this time. His body quivers beneath yours as he rides out his orgasm. You feel him releasing inside of you and his hand moves to your clit one more time, his fingertip moving a little faster this time and he feels you shake and tremble, your cunt spasming around him again. Soft moans and groans erupt from both of you once last time and then you both relax.

You hold each other, heavy breathing is the only sound that fills the old bedroom the two of you are in. You can feel Greg's heart beating hard in his chest, just the same as yours is. Greg can feel your warm breaths against his neck and he rubs your back again.

"Are you okay?" He asks this time and you nod your head slowly, tired and spent from everything that just happened. "I love you." He says with the softest, most loving voice ever and he turns his head so he can look at you again. You look at his beautiful face and you speak back just as softly, your voice also filled with the love and affection you feel for him, "I love you too." And you cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb over it before pressing one more tender kiss to his lips.

He holds you tightly in his arms and you play with his soft locks and scratch his scalp which he adores. "Thank you for fulfilling my old dreams." His smiles as he speaks and a little breathy giggle bubbles from your chest. "You're welcome, Greggie." You smile and kiss his cheek, then settle back in his arms. Sleep takes over both of you and it is peaceful all night long. You both sleep through the night without waking up at all and neither of you really move much, sleeping happily in each other's arms.

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