Athea hummed, heat clouding her brain and she inched her fingers towards the stockings. They were in the way anyways but Archer stopped her hand.
"Leave it on." The omega obliged, figuring there's no harm in leaving it on. Athea then sat up and swung a leg over his chest, scooting back, gently. Her face flamed at the thought her bare thighs were rubbing on his chest. Her slick was dry on her thigh but ignoring that proceeded, hovering over Archer's face.
When she slowly lowered herself she heard him curse under her. His breath hitting her bare mound made her shiver. Before she could respond she felt his tongue darting out, licking a fat stripe along her wet centre. Athea squealed, throwing her head back at the thrill rushing through her body. Her hole clenched, involuntarily, upon impact
