Strange’s fingers plunge through your wetness, thrusts you from the inside. Massaging the sensitive spot, he feels your walls urgently beckoning. He enjoys seeing your face changing in pleasure: squinting eyes, furrowing eyebrows, the shape of your mouth.
You lie on your back and yelp in ecstasy, squeezing your breasts. Nipples erected, you rub them in a circular motion, still slightly wet when Stephen sucked earlier. Then you twist them, feed off the high.
With an elbow propping him up, Strange hovers his face over yours. “Cum for me, sweetheart,” he whispers. “I want to know your taste.”
After he pecks on your cheek, he removes his fingers and kisses your inner tighs, leaving you in anticipation. Stephen grabs a hold of your hips then sucks on your clit. You let out a loud cry as he makes your walls urge more wildly.
In deep satisfaction, you hold your breath and pinch your toes. Though you don’t see it, you feel his smile when your back arches. Grasping the bed sheet, you loudly call out his name. The continuing pleasure builds and builds. It’s soon too make to take, and you experience the ultimate bliss.
You release your juices, and Strange gladly licks all your offering. He moans in gratification, enjoying this. Once cleaned, he wipes his mouth and kisses a trail to your lips, though some of your cum still lingers in his facial hair.
He kisses you ardently. His fingers camp in your hair.
Inhaling his masculine scent, you hear your lips smack as you part. You smile. “I love you, Stephen.”
His forehead rests on yours with much joy. “I love you as well, (Y/N).” After he chuckles, he adds, “And I love the way you taste, sweetheart.”