Coye 6.27

Chapter 27 - Teasing and Pleasing

There was a lot Coye wanted to do now that his head was clear, but nothing quite as much as playing with Dorothy's body as he had dreamed of for so long and making it his own. He took her by the shoulders, and rather than pushing her down, he gently laid her down on the bed and hovered over her with a reassuring smile.

"Ah-" Dorothy gasped at his sudden forcefulness, but there was a twinkle of excitement in her big, round eyes.

"Are you alright?" Coye asked.

"Yes, of course... it's just a lot different all of a sudden now that you're setting the pace. That's all."

"I think you'll like it better this way."

"I happen to agree," Dorothy smiled weakly. "But I'm waiting for you to show me enough to make up my mind..."

"Yeah? Guess I should get right on that..." he teased, then took action by laying down atop her and pushing his weight on her body.

Their lips met as he took her into another deep kiss, but Coye wasn't as excited about the kiss so much as he was that his hands were free to roam wherever he wished. After so long, it was time to finally do everything he wanted to Dorothy. His excitement was such that he didn't know where to start but forced himself to do anything so that he was at least doing something.

Coye settled on caressing the sides of her body as they kissed, sliding down from her shoulders all the way to her hips, summoning a deep moan out of her as he did. The way his soft hands traced her curves and his fingers brushed against her left her insensate with bliss. Coye's touch was gentle at times, yet firm precisely when he needed to be. He was good at this, Dorothy realized soon after he started. Very good.

Though Coye desired to contain himself, his excitement still got the best of him. Not as bad as it would have been if he hadn't had a few rounds of foreplay, but the temptation to go after the most inviting targets wasn't something he could resist. His hands swerved around her hips and slipped under her skirt, sinking his fingers into the bare flesh of her meaty ass during the kiss. The softness of it was to die for, blood pooling to his erection as he pushed it down against her pelvis.

Dorothy yelped at his sudden affection but didn't let it distract her from her kiss for long. He gripped both cheeks aggressively, repeatedly grinding into her from above. If she was just lucky enough, he scraped against her clit every so often and left her aching for further attention. Then, the next thing she knew, Coye's hands were on her breasts, squeezing them for the first time.

Every little thing he did make her want more, more, more.

Coye pulled away from their kiss, leaving Dorothy confused as she watched a thick trail of saliva drop from his lips. She was dreadfully sad their kiss had ended but presumed Coye had other ideas. He was staring at her in a way that sent chills running down her spine- threatening, yet thrilling. Lowering himself, Coye opened his mouth and aimed for her neck. He took a fair portion of her flesh between his lips and sucked down ever so gently, shocking the poor girl and widening her eyes as he nipped.

"Haaa?! C-Coye, what are you- mnn...!!" Dorothy's toes curled, her neck tingled where he left his mark, and the chills increased as they radiated out from there. She shivered beneath him like she'd been left out in the cold, and he was her only source of warmth.

"Giving you love, isn't it obvious?" Coye teased, giving her a follow-up nip further down before kissing his way to her collarbone.

"Oh- oh- ohhh...!" Dorothy made a sound for each kiss, wavering every time she did. Her breathing sped up, her glasses getting foggier.

At that moment, Coye noticed something that excited him to no end.

Perhaps more so than anyone he'd been with until now, Dorothy seemed as if she might be unbelievably sensitive. No one had ever reacted to playful kisses in such a way before, and though he had his moments of clumsiness, he was experienced by now and recognized the signs.

Dorothy wasn't the only one who could experiment, study, and adapt, so Coye performed some follow-up testing. He licked his way behind her ear, watching her shivering increase, and then gave her the largest nip to her neck as of yet.

It was hard enough to leave a mark, exactly his intention.

"HYAAA!" Dorothy squirmed, her back arching hard enough to lift herself and the lightweight boy on top of her off the bed for a moment. She was struggling for air in twitching like crazy. "D-Don't bite me there, Coye! W-What if it leaves-"

"It better," he growled, surprising her with his aggressiveness. "That's the whole point."

"A-Ah...!" Dorothy gulped, then looked to the amused fairy watching from her pile of pillows. "I, um, I don't suppose you could heal that up for me before I go back to work tomorrow...?"

"Hmmmm," Shayla made a show of rubbing her chin. "Nah, you can suck it up. You're always wearing shirts with collars that cover up your neck, anyway. Besides. Don't you think it'd be hot to go in knowing everyone could see how much Coye owned you the night before, Dorothy? Wouldn't that be something?"

Oh, fuck. It would, Dorothy realized. It so totally would. The implications left her breathless, having never thought of anything like that before. Coye was grateful to his partner for planting that devilish seed in her mind, but it was up to him to make the most of it. He smiled down at her, giving her another deep kiss back at her collarbone. The raised expectations in her made the sensation even stronger to the point where she let out a yelp, exciting him so damn much more than he already was.

Dorothy's sensitivity, coupled with her meekness, fully brought out the sadistic side of Coye that he'd been cultivating, and he yearned for everything and more.

This time, he knew exactly where to start and was eyeing her large breasts hidden behind the bra of her babydoll. No longer did Coye have to imagine what her chest looked like underneath all those baggy clothes she always wore. They were right there in plain view and bigger than he thought they'd be. He kissed down from her collarbone to her exposed cleavage, then buried his face between both of Dorothy's soft mounds as his hand found the edges of her bra.

Dorothy bit her lip, knowing what Coye was on the verge of doing. She knew that men generally liked bigger breasts, but it was still an area of anxiety for her. She mostly just viewed them as extensions of her chubbiness that got in the way more often than anything else. However, if Coye enjoyed himself with her boobs, at least they'd have that going for them.

Before Dorothy had a chance to mentally prepare herself for the unveiling, Coye peeled down the cups of her bra over her bare breasts, exposing them to the world. He marveled at what he saw. Not only were they big and remarkably soft, but they also looked delicious, and her pink nipples already stood at attention, all perky and inviting. Coye was lost with where to start, and all he could do was stare at her tits for a good, long while. It went on for so long that Dorothy began to get self-conscious and looked off to the side, bashful.

"Gods, you're beautiful..." Coye muttered.

"W-What, really? They're just breasts, though..." Dorothy blinked, her bashfulness receding enough for a crooked smile to appear. "Um, I mean... ah... t-thank you, Coye. I'm happy you think that about me."

"I'm going to start playing with you now." He warned.

"...Okay. I'm ready."

She wasn't. Her excitement multiplied several times as his hands traced the size of her full breasts, cupping them and groping. Coye kept doing this for around half a minute, continually repeating the gesture and getting her used to his affection before he tried anything more daring. When he could no longer help himself, he wanted to get a better test of how they felt. The one over the bra grope he'd had earlier wasn't enough to fully take in the sensation, so he sunk his hands into her tits with curiosity and a hint of forcefulness.

Dorothy let out a deep and pleasured moan as he fondled her, her sensitivity doing amazing things to her as he judged what he felt. Dorothy's were a few bra sizes smaller than Suzette's, but were comparatively bigger than Shayla's. As soft as they were, they had a springy firmness that Coye found addicting to squeeze. The fact that she enjoyed such casual groping only encouraged Coye to keep doing what he was doing until escalation was the only option his libido would accept.

Coye honed in on his next target- those perky pink nipples of hers that begged for his attention.

Easing his way to them, Coye dragged his fingertips from the outer curve of her breasts toward the center. Once there, he started off small with his pointer fingers tracing circles around the rim of her medium-sized, puffy areolas. Dorothy shut her eyes in shock and pleasure, her flesh developing goosebumps as he teased. Her lip was quivering, the sound of meek enjoyment continually squeaking out of her throat.

"I can't believe how cute you are when you're like this," Coye shook his head teasingly.

"I-I didn't know I could get like this..." she huffed. "I'm never this sensitive when I, um, when I play with myself..."

"That just means I'm special."

"Of course you're special," Dorothy smiled up at him with nervous conviction. "You're the most special hero in all the realms, Coye..."

"All that hard work I put into making sure he doesn't go off the deep end with his ego, and here you are making the kid think he's the goddess's gift to all women..." Shayla rolled her eyes.

That got a giggle out of the Guild Mistress. "It's not as if I can help that. I'm only saying how I truly feel about him, I- MN!"

Coye surprised Dorothy by interrupting, taking both of her nipples in between his thumb and forefinger on each hand. Rolling them around and lightly twisting, he tested how she responded. The results came in just as he thought they would. Her pleasure was electrifying, and Dorothy could barely breathe, let alone think straight. Playing with her body was so rewarding that he couldn't help sighing in satisfaction.

"Gods, I could do this for hours..."

"H-Hours?! I... I don't know if I could- hnnn!!"

Dorothy mashed her thighs together as Coye's pinching gained strength. He alternated between light and heavier pinches, watching and studying Dorothy's reactions to ensure he never hurt her or pushed her too far too fast. These two little buttons on top of her large breasts had enormous sway over the rest of Dorothy's body, influencing her every action. Just from a little pinch or pressing them in the right way, Coye could make Dorothy twist around, moan, and even blur her vision from lust.

This was quickly becoming his favorite game, and Coye tried all sorts of things to see how she would react.

For all her sarcastic sass, Shayla was following along with diligence. As Coye messed with Dorothy's tits, Shayla did the same to her own, further synchronizing with his actions. The little pixie couldn't help admiring what Dorothy had to work with, and she loved her reactions just as much as he did. As Shayla groped herself harder and pinched her rock-hard nipples, she found herself thinking the exact same thing as Coye.

Both of them wanted to suck from her.

Coye let up with his teasing, briefly stopping his pinching and returning to a light massage until he straddled her thighs and lowered his face. Dorothy didn't understand what was happening at first. She was primarily consumed by thoughts of disappointment over his sudden lack of teasing, but as Coye opened his mouth while descending, his intentions became clear. Her heart stopped, and a warm anticipation spread throughout her body.

Dorothy watched Coye as his lips inched closer to her right nipple, freezing when he stopped and made eye contact with her just before he reached it. He didn't say a word, but his eyes dared Dorothy to say something if she didn't want this to happen. She remained silent, biting her lower lip and letting that be her tacit approval.

Satisfied, Coye drooped his tongue out, placing it against her areola and not moving. He let it linger there, tasting the sweetness of her skin and drawing out the moment. It was torturous. Feeling his warm wetness on her nipple delivered only a fraction of the pleasure Dorothy had come to expect, skyrocketing her desire for escalation. Blood pumped through her body as her knees continued grinding into each other.

Dorothy was on the cusp of begging for more, and Coye was waiting for the right moment to make his move.

The time came not long after, and his patience was rewarded. She opened her mouth to speak, only for Coye to swirl his tongue around the entire pink rim in one forceful motion. One of the loudest moans thus far echoed out of Dorothy's throat. Her back arched, her shivering increased, and Coye had no intentions of going easy on her. Wrapping his arms around her lower back, Coye pinned her in place as he started repeatedly licking at her right nipple. Up and down, side to side, covering her in his warm saliva while beginning to mix in sensual kisses that drove her wild.

Still, it just wasn't enough. Dorothy yearned for more.

"Coye, please... my hero, I don't understand what's come over me, but... I... I love this so much... I need more!"

"Yeah? Hard for me to say no when you ask me so adorably, Dorothy. Let's see how you like this." With a smug, proud-of-himself smile, Coye opened wide, took her entire nipple within his mouth, and sucked down.

"MNNNGH-"

Dorothy's hands could no longer rest stationary off to the side in light of such intense pleasure. She had to ensure this continued, and on an instinctual level, she reacted accordingly. Dorothy grasped the back of his head with her hands, interlocking her fingers with his silky strands as she pressed his face even deeper into her chest, her supple, bouncy flesh collapsing under the weight of his head and smothering him. Dorothy had very little control over herself.

She loved this- loved him- and didn't want it to stop.

Delighted to see Dorothy acting as naughty as she was, Coye rewarded her for her behavior by giving her exactly what she wanted. He kept sucking from her nipple using a continual, firm pace, lavishing it with boundless attention. He licked it inside his mouth, twisting his head to attack different angles, and the more desperately she responded to his tactics, the more daring Coye became.

It wasn't long until he was sucking in even more of her breast past the nipple or forcibly pulling his head away to watch as her tit stretched and became pointed to follow the nipple still in his mouth. He'd let go with a loud pop, watching her jiggle back into place before orally clamping down on the breast yet again. This was all heavily embarrassing for Dorothy, but she didn't have it in her to care.

All she could do was attempt to push his head back down to ensure her nipple was given further attention.

Coye spent an overly long time on foreplay. Dorothy was so receptive to having her breasts and nipples teased that he couldn't help himself. When his opposite hand entered the picture by groping her left breast and giving rough attention to its nipple, she cried, and her body ultimately gave in. With free reign, Coye swapped between them, covering every bare inch of Dorothy's tits with his tongue and kisses. He used his weeks of experience to pull out every trick in his ever-expanding book to light the fire inside her and make it burn hotter.

Above everything else, Dorothy loved when Coye was rough with her- encouraging him with deep moans whenever he did so. Something about having his gentle, soft, feminine hands squeezing her and groping her like a beast was immensely exciting to her, even more so when he dared to bite.

Dorothy was as good as finished as Coye started working that into his routine. It didn't matter where he bit. It could've been the side of her breast, the nipple, anywhere- Dorothy loved it all the same.

After untold minutes of this rough titty treatment, Dorothy lost all hope of self-control. Her wetness was somehow even more pronounced, her panties clinging so stickily to her mound that she wondered if it was even possible to peel them off. Dorothy needed to try- needed relief- and her hand worked its way below her skirt to make an attempt.

Coye caught her by the wrist, placing her hand back by her head and stopping her intentions.

"I didn't say you could do that," Coye teased her in a low, authoritative voice still brimming with gentleness. He wasn't angry or even disappointed- merely exercising control over her with love.

"I... I'm so sorry, Coye... I didn't mean to do that without asking, b-but..." Dorothy was whimpering, his power over her reinforcing itself more and more with every word.

"We'll get there. Just wait."

"Y-Yes, Coye..." falling further to his words, Dorothy gave Coye such a wide, sloppy smile that he'd never forget. He couldn't help smiling back at that, but he still wasn't done having his fun.

For another few minutes, he kept up his assault until the situation between her legs was absolutely unbearable. Dorothy huffed like mad, her pussy crying out for any attention it could get to no avail. Coye just kept focusing on her breasts, roughly sucking on them simultaneously, mixing in nibbles, all while appreciating the hunger in her eyes and the look of horny, confused terror on her face.

If he kept going, Coye figured there was a chance she might cum from her breasts like Suzette had. Tempting, but Coye didn't want Dorothy to get off so easily. Her orgasm had to be larger-than-life, and he was ready to pull out all the stops to make it so.

Releasing her nipples with another loud pop, Coye asked, "Well? Feeling good?"

"Ah- w-w-wha...? Oh, um... I-I don't... w-what am I supposed to say here?"

"The truth might help," Shayla advised with a sympathetic smile. She'd never seen Coye get so worked up with his teasing, but she admired his showmanship.

Gulping, Dorothy struggled to think of the right way to phrase how she felt. "Yes, I feel amazing... I didn't even know such pleasure was possible, and to think all you've done is tease my breasts... b-but..."

"But?" Coye gave her a firm look as he tilted his head.

"It's not enough..." she admitted quicker than she expected to. "I can't hold off for that much longer, I'm aching down t-there, and I don't know what to do about it...! Please, I want to feel even better! I... I need it, or else I'll go mad!"

Coye tried containing his smile, wishing to appear confident and dominant for her, but he was too pleased to keep composure. "Then I guess you'd better ask nicely."

"Oh, please..." Dorothy winced. She shut her eyes and trembled excitedly at the thought of begging even further. "Coye, please! You're the only one who can do this for me! My hero- my precious hero who always takes care of me and makes everything better...! I can't... I can't go on like this. You have to do something!"

Never before had Coye been quite as grateful that he'd put in some work toward learning how to be dominant. Gods, he loved Dorothy so much, and she responded so well to this side of him. Not only was she easy to tease, but she was also hypersensitive, and his every word did unspeakable things to her.

"What do you think, baby?" Shayla left her pillows, flying around and landing behind Dorothy's head. She leaned across it, giving Dorothy's slightly sweaty brow a few teasing strokes of affection. "Don't tell me you're gonna keep teasing her? I think she's been a good girl, personally."

"So do I," Coye agreed. "Don't worry, Dorothy. I'll make everything better, just like you want. That's a promise."

"Oh, gods... thank you so much, Coye..." Dorothy shivered, watching as he swung his hand brushed against her sheer skirt. Coye lifted it over her belly, exposing her to the open air, but then she noticed he was gazing at that particular area, which forced her insecurities to resurface. "W-Wait, don't stare at me there, please...!"

She instinctually tried to pull back down the skirt over her stomach, but Coye lightly swatted away her hand just as he'd done before. "I told you that you're beautiful, didn't I? I wasn't just talking about individual parts of you. I was talking about the whole package. Even this."

To prove Coye's point, he kissed down the length of her slightly chubby stomach, basking in its surprising softness as his hand ran down the opposite side and squeezed. Dorothy was so embarrassed that Coye was groping her belly- of all things- that she could barely even process what was happening. Yet he kept rubbing and kissing her there until she had to face reality.

"O-Ok... I'm sorry... I understand...!" Dorothy shut her eyes, unable to watch Coye keep giving so much affection to a place she had such strong feelings about. But... if he really did love that extra bit of weight she had, then... Coye was even more perfect than she'd given him credit for.

By lifting her skirt, Coye also slightly exposed the green panties with a bow that Dorothy was wearing beneath. Her chubbiness made it so that there was no gap between her thighs, especially as she mashed them together in a futile attempt to eke out some pleasure for herself, but Coye needed to get her to open if he really wanted to see the panties in greater detail. To ensure this happened, he ran his hand down her inner thigh, lightly brushing his fingertips against her soft flesh, making Dorothy yelp and squirm.

Now that he had a better look at them, Coye noticed how drenched her panties were. Whatever color they started off as, the lacy green triangle was now several shades darker than before. With a level of confidence belying his excitement, Coye traced the tip of his middle finger from her thigh up to the garment, poking Dorothy's puffy outer lip through her panties.

"I can't believe how wet you are," Coye clicked his tongue.

"Oh, um... I... I, er... i-is that bad...?" Dorothy genuinely didn't know at that moment, as her brain was utterly fried by the fact that a man was touching her down there for the first time- and so casually, at that. Just that little poke was enough to send wave after wave of anticipation crashing through her veins. It was far from the relief she needed, but it was the most reassuring promise of more to come she'd had as of yet.

"No, not at all. It just means you're naughty little Guild Mistress, Dorothy. Getting wet for your own adventurer. Shameful, really."

"Only for you!" Dorothy squeaked out, unsure of where the comment came from but unable to stop herself from expressing it. "I'd, um, I never get like this for anyone else. Only you, my hero!"

Coye's blood burned even hotter. "Because you want my big, heroic cock inside you?"

Breathless, Dorothy's reply took a moment before she parted her lips and moaned without thinking, "More than anything..."

"Tell me how bad you want it," Coye growled, drunk on his power.

"I... I want it so bad, Coye..." Dorothy mumbled, then took a deep breath. She was preparing herself, knowing her thoughts were on the verge of streaming out of her. "I've never wanted anything so bad as to feel you inside me! I felt it for myself- you're so big and hard- like any true hero should be, and... and it's my job to do all that I can to satisfy your needs! I'm nothing more than a convenient outlet for my precious hero's lust, so please... please don't deny me my purpose! Let my, ah... let my pussy serve you, Coye!!"

For several moments, Coye and Shayla stared at Dorothy in total awe. Coye's cock throbbed madly at the insanity of her statement, unable to believe the person this was coming from. Shayla was turned on as all hell, too. For once, Shayla wasn't ashamed of the monster she'd had such a big hand in creating. She was just enjoying the show and waiting for the next escalation, already rubbing herself as she leaned across Dorothy's forehead.

"Good answer," Coye swallowed, hoping to hide how overwhelmed he was and keep his momentum. "I'm gonna take your panties off now. Any objections?"

Dorothy didn't voice any, shaking her head.

Like the others, she was still mentally grappling with the words that came out of her mouth. The more questions Coye asked and the more he got her to talk, the more she understood she had absolutely no filter when she was turned on as bad as she was. Dorothy was prone to degrading herself while propping Coye up as a godlike figure worthy of endless cock worship, and both of them heavily got off on it- a perfect match.

Taking her panties by the strings, Coye slowly stripped them off, the scent of feminine arousal stirring in the air as he undid the sticky seal. Coye tossed them to the floor, but her legs were now pushed together, and he could only see the top of her bush peeking out from the mostly hidden mound.

That wouldn't do at all.

"Spread your legs," Coye commanded.

Dorothy was silent momentarily, but he trusted her to do as she was told. Ultimately, she complied with a sweet sounding, "Yes, Coye... anything you say, my hero."

Shutting her eyes tight, Dorothy cautiously parted her legs, exposing everything she had to the boy she loved.

Not wanting to miss out, Shayla left Dorothy's head and flew over to Coye's shoulder, hanging over it from behind. She was glad she did, as the sight she and Coye took in was phenomenal. Dorothy's puffy pink slit was gushing and crying out to be touched. Her chubbiness extended to her pubic mound, giving her big, fat outer lips that were smooth and hairless in contrast to the messy black triangle of hair above her clit. Sexual juices dripped onto the sheets in desperation without her panties to stem the tide. Such wetness was unreal, and along with her pink, puffy labia, everything about Dorothy's pussy was as inviting as could be.

Coye gulped, his mouth pooling with saliva. He would've had to be drained a hundred times before looking at Dorothy down there without falling victim to his deepest urges. His confidence almost escaped him, and he struggled not to lose out to his excitement. The tight tunnel between her legs was calling his name, screaming out what a perfect and beautiful home for his cock it would be, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck it until it was swollen, stuffed to the brim, and his.

"Gods, I know I just keep saying it and saying it, but you're so fucking beautiful..." Coye exhaled.

"That's not even up for debate, wow..." Shayla agreed.

Dorothy forced herself to open her eyes, looking at Coye's face and then Shayla's. Both were transfixed, teaching Dorothy what it felt like we stared at and wanted by someone else with every fiber of their being. "Y-You, um... you really think so...?" Dorothy's posture teased somewhat as she asked, relaxing further into the bed and allowing her legs to remain limp and spread as her heat continued spiraling out of control.

"Of course," Coye showed her by lowering his hand, placing his fingertips at the bottom of her belly, and running them through her bush on the way to her lips.

Dorothy shivered and fought her urge to close her legs, stubborn as she was. Coye wanted her. She forcibly reminded herself of that fact until it stuck, keeping them spread. The easier access he had to her body, the better, and Dorothy allowed him to pet the exterior of her dripping pussy, crying out for him silently as she did.

Coye circled the tip of his middle finger around the warm entrance to Dorothy's hole, enjoying the subtle sticky sound that rang out as a result. The heat was inviting, the juices even more so.

"You masturbate, right? How careful do I need to be?"

Dorothy didn't understand his question until she did, at which point her face became an even brighter shade of red. "I-I, um, I only ever really use a toy, but it's not one that goes inside of me... it's, um, a vibrating wand that I mostly keep on my-"

"Clit?" Coye punctuated his question by brushing his thumb against the area in question, sliding up her hood to reveal a pretty pink button eager for stimulation. If her nipples made her go as crazy as they did, he only wondered what this baby would do to her if he really wanted to bully her.

Gasping, Dorothy arched her back. How? She couldn't understand it. How could Coye's thumb feel so much better than her toy? She'd spent years with that thing, using it on and off, and it couldn't come close to the sensation of being in contact with someone who loved her with all his heart.

"AHN! Yes, y-yesss!" Dorothy hissed.

"Yes to what?" Coye pushed down on her clit, circling his thumb.

"Y-Yes, I only use it on my clit! I... I still have my, um... y-you know..."

"Good on you for checking," Shayla stepped in to give Coye some due credit. "What a responsible little dom you are, baby. And as for you..." the pixie turned her attention to Dorothy, grinning. "Seems like you're having a good time down there. You were already pretty close, weren't you? Are you gonna cum for your hero soon, Dorothy?"

"I... um... ahhh... yes, I can't help it... Coye, you keep teasing me-"

"Like this?" Coye sped up his motions, now vigorously petting her pleasure button without restraint.

"AH- Y-Yes, like that! It's too much! I'm gonna- oh... I-I'm gonna-" Dorothy was on the verge of release, and after looking to Shayla, who gave a reassuring nod, Coye made up his mind. Dorothy deserved a little reward for making it so far and being so compliant.

"Do it, then," he commanded, blurring his thumb as his speed increased. "I want you to cum, Dorothy. Cum for me. Now."

His forceful words were all it took. Dorothy didn't even know she was looking for permission, but after she got it, that was that.

Her body spasmed as violent pleasure exploded from her throbbing clitoris, wave after wave of bliss circulating through her nerves with every single movement of his thumb. When he pressed down on it, she'd arched her back. When he circled, she screamed. Fluids escaped her, making an even bigger mess of the sheets. Coye was inspired to tease and guide her through the first orgasm of their relationship, maxing the pleasure and drawing it out for as long as he could until her body gave out and Dorothy was rendered into nothing more than a sloppy mess lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

Barely able to see past her glasses, Dorothy's existence was little more than a struggle for air. Once she started snapping out of it, she witnessed Coye looking down on her with an adorable smile that made her heart stop still all over again.

"You're beautiful when you cum," he teased.

"T-Thank you..." she managed.

"Did it feel nice for you?"

"Oh, without question..." Dorothy slurred. "I, ah, don't really know how to express it, though... everything is just so... much right now- if that makes sense..."

"Sounds like you really needed this, huh?" Shayla gave the girl a sympathetic smirk, which got a weak nod out of Dorothy.

"More than I ever knew, ahaha..."

Dorothy continued staring at Coye, taking in the sight as he loomed above her. He was still hard and ready to go, and his expression was full of tender love for her. They'd already done so many things in such a short amount of time. They kissed, she'd played with him, he played with her, and as far as Dorothy knew, there was only one thing left for them to do.

No longer constrained by her nerves or her previous hesitation, the thought didn't scare her at all.

"Coye?"

"Yes, Dorothy?"

"I think that I'm, um... ready for you, now..."