It should not have taken me this long to write this little, but it did.
I imagine Ezio to be very good at pleasuring women not using sex. Maybe because it's a personal kink of mine...
-
Sofia arched her back off the bed with a loud moan, grabbing the sheets under her hands tightly and pulling hard enough that the sheets were in serious danger of being shredded.
Ezio laughed and lifted his head. He ran his hand up Sofia’s soft thigh and kissed the inside of her leg, the skin soft and pale and perfect except for those stretch marks that he paid special attention to with his lips.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Sofia hissed. The hiss was quickly turned into a moan as Ezio returned his mouth to her crotch. “E-Ezio…” The combination of his tongue on her clit and the scratch of his beard on her labia was amazing. Her entire body tensed and she drew her legs together, trapping Ezio between them.
“Quiet, Sofia…” The deep hum of his voice against her was turning her on in a way entirely different from how his lips and tongue was turning her on. “You’ll wake Flavia…”
“I’ll be quiet if you get back to what you were doing,” she growled under her breath. She felt his callused hand on her hip and arched her back.
Even though it was common practice, Sofia’s family had worried about the fact that she had married a man in his fifties. She didn’t regret it, though. Even if he came home at night too tired for sex, his arms were warm and strong, and the things he could do with his tongue…
That very tongue teased her again and she bit her lip to muffle her moan of delight. “Ezio!” She swore she could feel his scar on his mouth as he kissed her hot, wet center before he let his tongue slip inside her. He was quickly reducing her to little more than a shuddering, pleasured heap on the bed. She would never know how he managed to do it, but she wasn’t complaining. Panting, she stared up at the ceiling, his limbs too heavy with pleasure to move. She could feel his tongue inside her and it was… amazing.
Ezio pulled away in worry when Sofia let out a small whine and stared down at his wife, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
Sofia smiled weakly. “I’m okay…” She reached up and slipped her hands into his hair, teasing at the black and grey locks tenderly. “You’re amazing, you know that?” The smirk on his lips told her that he did. She kissed those lips and tasted herself on them.
“I love you…” Ezio buried his own hand into her red hair and laid himself down beside her, the hardness of his erection contrasting the softness of his belly. Even though she knew he was hard muscle under there, old age had turned his midsection soft to the touch and his arms and legs to wire. Sliding one hand from his hair, Sofia slipped her hand down Ezio’s side and across to his cock, the head wet with precome. “No, Sofia…” Ezio lifted her hand away and returned it to his hair.
Then, his movements careful but focused, he slid his own hand over Sofia’s belly, still a little rounded from her pregnancy, and into the thick curls of pubic hair. Their eyes locked, his fingers teased her labia open, rolling the hard center of her clit between his fingers enough to make Sofia gasp in pleasure and only let up long enough to slip one finger into her already open warmth. Ezio adjusted his hand, crooking his finger inside his wife and using the fleshy part of his thumb to continue to massage her.
Gasping in pleasure, Sofia rocked onto the finger happily, eyes fluttering shut. She grabbed Ezio’s shoulders, hard, and clung on while he managed to wring an orgasm out of her using just the one finger he already had inside of her. Shuddering out her breath, Sofia opened her eyes and locked gazes with her husband. His brown eyes were warm and loving. Leaning forward, she kissed him deeply. She opened her mouth to speak but from the next room over came the sound of wailing.
Ezio groaned and buried his face in Sofia’s shoulder for a moment. Before she could get up, though, he pushed himself upright and found his trousers. “I’ll do it.” His voice was husky and quiet. Sofia just nodded and laid back on the bed, still trying to catch her breath.
Mini-fill [Ezio/Sofia - cunninglius, fingering] [1/1]
I imagine Ezio to be very good at pleasuring women not using sex.
Maybe because it's a personal kink of mine...-
Sofia arched her back off the bed with a loud moan, grabbing the sheets under her hands tightly and pulling hard enough that the sheets were in serious danger of being shredded.
Ezio laughed and lifted his head. He ran his hand up Sofia’s soft thigh and kissed the inside of her leg, the skin soft and pale and perfect except for those stretch marks that he paid special attention to with his lips.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Sofia hissed. The hiss was quickly turned into a moan as Ezio returned his mouth to her crotch. “E-Ezio…” The combination of his tongue on her clit and the scratch of his beard on her labia was amazing. Her entire body tensed and she drew her legs together, trapping Ezio between them.
“Quiet, Sofia…” The deep hum of his voice against her was turning her on in a way entirely different from how his lips and tongue was turning her on. “You’ll wake Flavia…”
“I’ll be quiet if you get back to what you were doing,” she growled under her breath. She felt his callused hand on her hip and arched her back.
Even though it was common practice, Sofia’s family had worried about the fact that she had married a man in his fifties. She didn’t regret it, though. Even if he came home at night too tired for sex, his arms were warm and strong, and the things he could do with his tongue…
That very tongue teased her again and she bit her lip to muffle her moan of delight. “Ezio!” She swore she could feel his scar on his mouth as he kissed her hot, wet center before he let his tongue slip inside her. He was quickly reducing her to little more than a shuddering, pleasured heap on the bed. She would never know how he managed to do it, but she wasn’t complaining. Panting, she stared up at the ceiling, his limbs too heavy with pleasure to move. She could feel his tongue inside her and it was… amazing.
Ezio pulled away in worry when Sofia let out a small whine and stared down at his wife, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
Sofia smiled weakly. “I’m okay…” She reached up and slipped her hands into his hair, teasing at the black and grey locks tenderly. “You’re amazing, you know that?” The smirk on his lips told her that he did. She kissed those lips and tasted herself on them.
“I love you…” Ezio buried his own hand into her red hair and laid himself down beside her, the hardness of his erection contrasting the softness of his belly. Even though she knew he was hard muscle under there, old age had turned his midsection soft to the touch and his arms and legs to wire. Sliding one hand from his hair, Sofia slipped her hand down Ezio’s side and across to his cock, the head wet with precome. “No, Sofia…” Ezio lifted her hand away and returned it to his hair.
Then, his movements careful but focused, he slid his own hand over Sofia’s belly, still a little rounded from her pregnancy, and into the thick curls of pubic hair. Their eyes locked, his fingers teased her labia open, rolling the hard center of her clit between his fingers enough to make Sofia gasp in pleasure and only let up long enough to slip one finger into her already open warmth. Ezio adjusted his hand, crooking his finger inside his wife and using the fleshy part of his thumb to continue to massage her.
Gasping in pleasure, Sofia rocked onto the finger happily, eyes fluttering shut. She grabbed Ezio’s shoulders, hard, and clung on while he managed to wring an orgasm out of her using just the one finger he already had inside of her. Shuddering out her breath, Sofia opened her eyes and locked gazes with her husband. His brown eyes were warm and loving. Leaning forward, she kissed him deeply. She opened her mouth to speak but from the next room over came the sound of wailing.
Ezio groaned and buried his face in Sofia’s shoulder for a moment. Before she could get up, though, he pushed himself upright and found his trousers. “I’ll do it.” His voice was husky and quiet. Sofia just nodded and laid back on the bed, still trying to catch her breath.