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Ashveil was your first sexual partner, so you were reserved and shy about expressing your desires. During sex, he tried to loosen you up. He moved gently, carefully, sometimes slowing down completely until you finally asked him to go faster.
When your shyness subsided, you allowed yourself to moan louder, thrusting impatiently toward his cock and scratching his back. He was driven crazy by your change of mood. He was attracted to you because you could be so versatile. So the detective made it his goal to corrupt you, to make you confident and dominant.
And after achieving this goal, he wanted to fulfill his deepest dream - for you to sit on his face without asking permission.
Oral sex was a weakness for Ashveil. He pounced on you, his prey, like a wild wolf. He greedily sucked on your clit, spread thighs wide, and thrust his tongue deep into your cunt. He devoured you for hours, savoring every minute spent at your feet.
You were afraid to admit to yourself that you were addicted to this and desired his tongue every day. When you asked Ashveil to lick you, you guiltily averted your gaze, clasped your hands behind your back, and waited for him to understand what you were asking for. And you were lucky that Ashveil's deduction extended beyond criminal investigations and was also adept at recognizing your desires.
Your requests always brought a genuine smile to his face. He would tip his hat to you, bow, and theatrically reply, "I'm entirely at your service."
Once you were in the bedroom, Ashveil would pull you into his arms, kissing you deeply. His hands would roam your back, down to your waist, squeezing a little tighter. Then he would sit down on the bed, helping you climb onto his lap. Breaking the kiss, he would begin undressing you. He would take off your shirt quickly, but he loved to play with your bra. First, he would unfasten the clasp, tickling your back with his fingertips, and then, with a sly smile, he would pull the straps down with his teeth, alternating with kisses on your shoulders. As the fabric fell, he would freeze, gazing enchanted at your big tits. After a brief pause, his palms would gently cup them, kneading them to relieve the tension left by your bra. This alone made your nipples harden, and soft moans escaped your swollen lips. Ashveil would smirk into your neck, his hands moving down to your pants. Now he impatiently removed them from you, along with your panties. His palms greedily slid over your thighs, squeezing, stroking, then cupping you under your butt, lifting you up. He leaned back, pulling you with him, so that you were above his face.
His breath brushed against your wet, plump pussy, and you felt Ashveil frozen in anticipation. Ready, but not moving without your permission. His hands rested on your hips, warm and heavy, his thumb slowly stroking the skin, soothing. You knew that if you lowered yourself now, he would break down, his composure completely dissolving in the sweet juices of your pussy.
You looked down and saw his desperate gray eyes. You whispered, "May I?" and he nods, pressing a light kiss to your thigh. Finally, you relax under the grip of his hands and lower yourself to his mouth.
That's exactly how it was at first. Ashveil accepted you as you were and respected all your feelings and reactions, but he didn't deny his desire to make you confident in bed. So, each time, he found new ways to loosen you up. He'd whisper in your ear how beautiful you were when you let loose. He'd lead you to the mirror, turn you around, and slowly run his hands over your body, forcing you to watch as his hands wandered over your tits, lower, teasing. He wanted you to see yourself through his eyes - desirable, bold, free.
You felt his patience and care gradually undermine your insecurities. Somewhere deep down, a thought was brewing: what if one day you took the initiative yourself? You wanted to surprise him. To show him that his efforts and dedication to you weren't in vain. And it happened.
It had been a terrible day. You'd been running around your small but cozy apartment since the morning. Firstly, you'd slept through your alarm, and Ashveil hadn't woken you up because, "You're so beautiful when you sleep." Normally, you'd have been touched by this gesture and perhaps stayed in bed with him all morning. But today, it irritated you, and Ashveil irritated you too.
Secondly, the new nylon tights you'd just unpacked ripped as soon as you tried them on. Ashveil couldn't keep silent either, commenting sarcastically, "I like you better this way, you cheeky girl."
Thirdly, on your way to work, you jumped on a crowded bus where a woman's heavy bag kept bumping into your legs. When you asked her to be more careful, she started accusing you and "your generation" of being rude. You remained silent, just clenched your teeth and turned to the window, where instead of the city, you saw your own tired reflection.
And fourthly, it happened on your way home, when, relieved after a stressful day at work, you decided to stop by your favorite bakery for dessert to somehow console yourself. At first, everything was fine; the sweet clerk served you quickly, and her welcoming smile lifted your spirits a little. The chocolate taste of a donut began to calm your nerves. But when you walked a few meters away from the bakery, a guy on a bicycle sped past at breakneck speed. You flinched, and the donut fell from your hands, chocolate-side down, onto the pavement. You simply froze, watching your only joy of the day soak up the street dust.
And yet, Ashveil in the morning wasn't as irritating as all of this. You longed to get home and fall into his arms. Or... Did you want something else?
You swung the door open, and it slammed hard against the wall. Ashveil, who had been sitting in the living room investigating, flinched, running excitedly toward you. He saw the displeasure in your eyes and sensed a wild determination. For a moment, you looked at him thoughtfully, making up your mind. Then, you pounced on his lips with a rough kiss. He, seizing the initiative, picked you up and carried you to your bedroom. Meanwhile, you bit his lips, leaving scarlet hickeys on his neck, and growled in his ear about how much you hated this world. He tolerated your ferocity long enough, helping you undress.
But you didn't need his help. You slipped out of his grasp and commanded him to undress first. He obeyed with admiration, and you, though shorter than him, gazed commandingly at his toned muscles, at his parted mouth, hiding your beloved tongue, which was about to beat all the pent-up anger out of you.
In the end, Ashveil was completely naked before you, and you merely playfully unbuttoned shirt a little more than necessary and ripped tights right between your legs, since he'd enjoyed it so much this morning. He sat down on the bed and waited for you to do next. You shoved your hand right into his chest, and his head hit the pillow.
You climbed on top of him, your knees on either side of his head, your plump thighs lightly brushing his cheeks. Ashveil tensed, his languid gray eyes taking you in, taking in every little detail. The sheen of your tights hugging your thighs, the trembling in your knees, which he could feel through the pillow and your soaking wet panties. He swallowed hard, and you noticed his Adam's apple twitch. You laughed and stroked his neck, applying gentle pressure.
"Have you wanted this for so long?" you whispered, pushing your panties aside. "Sorry I kept you waiting." Without further hesitation, you sat down on his face with all your weight.
His tongue instinctively moved around your pussy: wide, hot, wet, exploring everything at once. From your clit to your entrance, in one long, greedy motion, you felt him tremble with anticipation. Ashveil licked you like he was dying of thirst. He sucked your clit into his mouth, then immediately released it, thrusting his tongue deep into your cunt. He licked you from the inside with quick thrusts, then returned to your clit and circled it so fast it made your lower stomach clench. He didn't give himself a break, but you wouldn't have let him. He did everything carelessly, alternating bites with pleasurable licks. Drool and your arousal ran down his face, staining the pillow and his hair.
At that moment, you noticed Ashveil's flushed face and decided to sit up to let him catch his breath. A disgruntled groan escaped his lips, his tongue still moving slowly, licking the air. You began to praise him, stroking his hair. By this point, your mood had lifted and you'd lost that brazen impulse. You felt like pitying the man beneath you.
"You're so sweet and devoted, like a puppy," you smiled, rocking your hips over his face. His tongue tried to capture your pussy.
"Plea..." he didn't have time to finish; you cut off his plea with your pussy.
Your kindness had given way to roughness again, and now you were fucking his face. Your clit rubs against his nose harshly, rhythmically, each movement bringing a wave of intense pleasure. You fisted his hair, guiding his face where you wanted it. He immediately carried out your request, although it was more like an order.
Ashveil didn't resist. He gripped your hips so tightly you felt his fingers dig into your skin, leaving bruises. He didn't try to lift you, but pressed you harder, as if he wanted to melt into you. Voracity had completely taken over this man.
You felt everything inside you tighten and throb. You froze for a second, pressing your clit against his nose, and then, with a loud, ragged moan, you squirted into his mouth. Ashveil didn't pull away; he drank you in, trying to prolong your orgasm as much as possible with the gentle movements of his tongue. At that very moment, his rock-hard cock, completely neglected, released a thick stream of cum, staining his stomach and chest. You were so delicious that he could have come even without touching you.
Your trembling gradually subsided, your grip on his hair relaxed, and you softly moaned his name. The tension of today has given way to soft fatigue and enjoyment.
You climbed off him and fell onto the bed next to him, breathing heavily. Ashveil rolled onto his side, propped his head up with his hand, and simply looked at you. Your gaze slid down his body and you noticed that he, too, had come. White droplets were slowly trickling down his heated skin. The thought made you blush, and a slight arousal tingled between your legs again. Then you looked at his face; it was red and wet, his hair sticking out in all directions. And most importantly, he was smiling. So happy, because his dream had finally come true.
"Thank you," he stroked your head and pulled you into his arms, pressing you tightly to his chest, wet with sweat and your juices. "Now I'll make you angry more often," he laughed, kissing your hair, and you felt his lips stretch into a smile. You wanted to protest, but instead, you calmly nuzzled his collarbone and breathed out softly, "I don't mind, I liked it." After these words, a new feeling awakened within you. It was self-confidence and the desire to be in charge, the desire to dominate your beloved man. And you would definitely try again.