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You had woken up particularly early on a Saturday morning, feeling particularly playful. Rolling over, you find your adorable boyfriend sleeping comfortably next to you and had you not been awoken by the sudden craving for something sweet, you’d have felt bad for what you did next.
“Mark,” you softly sang his name, brushing his messy hair from his forehead. “…wake up, baby.” Mark made a sleepy noise, settling deeper into the warmth of his pillow and the comforter. You huffed, tugging it away from him with effort since he was holding onto it by his chin. “Mark.”
“Princess, its Saturday. Meaning we don’t have to be anywhere.” His morning voice groggy and muffled. This made you pout and whine out,
“But I want ice-cream and waffles.” Now sitting up on your knees and shaking his shoulder to get him to move.
“Sleep first, waffles later.” He finally said clearly, stern deep voice stirring something in you that should still be asleep.
“No. waffles now.” Mark let out a sigh, pulling the comforter away from his upper half and looking at your pouty expression. Your boyfriend was no stranger to your bratty side, nor was he to you being spoiled.
Noting your sleep attire, his shirt and your panties, he speaks up. “Come here.” This causes you to perk up, moving obediently and dropping the attitude. Running a hand over his face, your boyfriend brings to straddle his waist. Your hands flat on his chest, while his held your waist firmly.
Mark makes a quick move to get you beneath him, making you gasp his name. He leans in for what you assume is a good morning kiss, but soon turns out to be more. Of course you loved his kisses, not even concerned about morning breath. But his fingers sneaking a gentle squeeze at your chest reminded you that there was a purpose here.
“No, baby-” you object in between, “-want waffles.”
The man chuckles at that, right before he kisses your neck softly, trailing them up to your ear to whisper sweetly. “We can’t have waffles-” the hand on your boob travelling down to your panty clad core that was beginning to dampen, “-without syrup-” Fingers tracing the shape of your lower lips, finding your clit effortlessly, “-now can we, princess?”
A breathy whimper falls from your lips as he rubs you over your panties. Kissing and nipping the sensitive skin of your neck. You almost cry when he pulls himself away from you and sits up. Tugging off his shirt and your panties, both landing somewhere on the floor. He shuffles lower, laying on his stomach and coming face-to-face with your heat.
“Oh, princess. So wet-” he says as spreads you out even more by the backs of your thighs, dipping his tongue through your essence teasingly. “-and sticky.” Diving into your folds, Mark laps at your folds, then flattens his tongue to lick up to your clit and finally wrapping those tantalizing lips around them.
Eyes shut and hands fisting the sheets beneath you, you moan out wantonly, “Fuck, Mark!”
“Such a potty mouth.” Your boyfriend chides, clicking his tongue before fucking the warm wet muscle into your weeping hole. One hand lets go of your thing and goes to rub a thumb at your pulsing clit. The pressure on it is punishing, knowing very well he doesn’t like when you curse, even if his cock twitched at the sound.
“M’sorry,” you pant out, “just so good, baby.” Your apology seems to be accepted when his tongue and hand switch places; two fingers fucking into you and tongue flicking over your bundle of nerves. “Yes, yes, - please, Mark. Please, please, please-” Not even sure what you were asking for but it was clear that your boyfriend did.
Curling his long thick digits, perfectly aiming for your g-spot and rubbing the spongy patch over and over and over. Humming approvingly at the feeling of your walls tightening around them as more and more slick gushed out of you, while you writhed and gasped his name.
A whimper that didn’t belong to you cause you to open your eyes and look at your boyfriend. He had his own eyes closed tightly, brows furrowed and face flushed as he ate you out like a pro. What had caught your attention was the subtle movement of his hips against the mattress and comforter. He had gotten just as worked up and needed relief, not wanting to separate his mouth from your glistening pussy, so humping the bed was the next best thing at getting any friction.
Mark was literally so adorable, you felt bad, no awful that he had to get off like that. However, your high was right there and you just needed one final push to get you over. Which lucky for you, your boyfriend already knew. He fucked his fingers harder and deeper, lapped and sucked faster, but what finally did it were his groans of your name and the single raspy instruction;
“Come.”
A wave of hot pleasure coursed through you, blinding you with stars and a deafening high pitched moan of your boyfriends name pierced through the room. Mark worked you through the pleasure and lapped every last drop of your release, drinking it down with pleasure.
When the fuzz finally cleared and you remembered how to breathe properly, Mark was kneeling between your legs, dark pupils blown as he looked down at you through heavy eyelids, licking at the remnants of your essence. Giving him a lazy once over, your eyes landed on his crotch. A pretty stain, proof of his own pleasured release, proof of just how much you affected him, too.
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“Thank you.” Mark gave a small smile to the waiter when he set down the beautifully plated ice-cream and waffles, topped with whipped cream and chocolate sauce. He was getting ready to cut it up for you when a flash went off and he looked back at you with a surprised expression, just when a second flash went off. You smiled giddily as you looked at the pictures on your phone out and he rolled his eyes lovingly, “Princess, please just eat your waffles.
“I had to capture it. You too, baby.” You say through giggles, loving the way the restaurants lighting made him look all cozy and warm, snapping a few more pictures just because. He sighed, giggling as well at how happy you were now that you had what you wanted. You looked at him with stars and love in your eyes as you gave him that heart fluttering smile.
Yeah, he definitely loved to spoil you.