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[ choosing partners for sexual activity. well, it'd been a foreign concept to daphne before doing so fell into her lap in duplicity. marrying simon, the two merely went hand in hand -- you are intimate with your husband, one's wife, and that's how life goes. now, though, there's a glint in her eyes, appreciation for steve but also herself for being wise in having picked him to explore sexually with. ]

I do know that. [ simple response. it's true. she can feel how respectful of a man he is, that he's also a genuine friend and cares about her, her comfort and safety.

daphne's eyes lock with his once he sits down, takes her hands, her own fingers easing with him. she likes being able to rely on him to lead them along, at least at the start, a guiding hand all but required to ease her tensions. she nods, bottom lips just slipping further into her mouth, top row of teeth grazing along it as she considers touching, kissing him, doing whatever she likes.

there's a faint swallow when he takes off his shirt, and as soon as it's removed, daphne leans closer to him. sets a hand over one of his pecs, face coming in toward his, lips immediately kissing his, deepening the kiss instantly. she wants this, craves to be bold, and it's a small start, sure, but it's what she chooses to do. letting that linger for several seconds, daphne dips back, eyes wide and lusty as she starts to stand again. shifts her arms, pulling her dress up over her head and letting it fall in a pile on the floor. she has a petticoat on under it, but just a sheer, light white skirt. her top is bare, breasts exposed now, absolutely bringing another flush on her cheeks but her body language is confident. she joins steve again, sidling up close to him, fingers lowering to the waistband of his pants, over the button there, her head tilting as she looks curiously down at it. ]

I have never undressed a man before. [ simply stated, thumb rubbing curiously over fabric and the button. ] Much less one in modern clothing.

[He can tell she's getting bolder, wanting to do more with him, and that in and of itself is a turn on, to see her come out of her shell. Steve smirks a little at knowing the things she wants to do to him. He stays stiff, flexing his muscles when she touches him, wanting those hands to travel and explore more as he keeps her gaze.]

Do you need help or do you want to do it? It is just a button and a zipper below, but you can undo it if you want, pull my cock out. [He doesn't make to move, yet, just watching her reaction when he says 'cock', trying to gauge how much she wants this, how dirty she wants to get, and if she might like if he encourages her with dirty talk himself.]

[ daphne's belly goes tighter, her breath holding and breasts rising when she feels how his muscles flex. her head starts to tilt when he asks that, brows rising minutely until her expression steadies out, head shaking firmly. she breathes in, lips pushing together at his cruder speech, eyes dazzling in intrigue and anticipation. ]

I'll do it. [ determined, focused, her lips twisting to the side as she leans down over his lap enough to see what she's doing more. perhaps he'd lean to give her a little more access, but she won't think to push at him or ask him to, her fingers delicately exploring. running fingertips around the button, humming when she realizes how it must be fastened in. she pulls the tiny corner of denim out, too soft at first, then harder until there's give and the button slips out. it's not complicated, simple really, but she can't help how her head lifts back up to smile at him, pleased with herself. small victories! her head turns even more to the side as she taps at the zipper's teeny tab, how its teeth pull apart as she drags it down. slowly, interested in how it functions. distracted by that for the moments she's occupied in getting his jeans open.

once the zipper's down, her tongue peeks out and she casts him a sidelong glance, staring for a couple of seconds. one hand falls onto his thigh, the other on the bed between them, as daphne shifts up to kiss him. opens her lips, pushes her tongue into his mouth to tangle theirs together. all as her hand squeezes his thigh, fingers dragging up to cover over where his jeans are open, slipping in to feel fully over the fabric of his underwear, over his cock.

she holds that kiss until she has to take the time to breathe, breaking it but keeping her face close to his. pressing her forehead to steve's, peeking down over his lap again, her other hand joining to start pulling his cock out, a low, heady hum at the sight of him. fingers of one hand softly graze down the side of his shaft, her body shifting away so she can peer into his eyes. ]

I like how you look, Steve. [ not at all against hearing the dirty talk, at all, but her experience is still limited so she'll go with these earnest phrases, for now. ]

[He does everything in his power to keep his breathing level. There is something innocent about her learning to undo his pants. He likes it a little more than he wants to admit, all the little smiles and the proud looks she gives him as she learns his clothes.

The kiss he returns is searing, wanting more of her mouth, more of her. Her hand dips into his pants, and she's rubbing over his cock. God, even that alone feels good, and he groans against her mouth. His cock begins to twitch to life before she's pulling back from the kiss. She's fully got his cock out, and he's looking down to watch her soft hand ghosting over his hardening length.]

Like how my cock is getting hard with your pretty little hand around it? [He can be dirty for the both of them.]

[ daphne's breathing grows more labored when steve kisses her back with such passion, air holding when he starts to speak. delivers words that shoot a coil of want through her belly, licking down between her legs. she nods several times, fingers finding a more solid grip, growing firmer, thumb running along the vein down his shaft. she hums curiously, focus shifting back to hardening flesh. ] I do like that. You must like how my fingers feel, very much.

[ she nibbles on her bottom lip, peeking back at him before daphne starts to move again. bolder now, standing back up, letting go of his dick only to gaze into his eyes. pull her remaining article of clothing off, a light petticoat, sliding it slowly over her hips, thinking it would be fun to make a little show of it. she's fully aware it's the first time she's been completely naked in front of him, so her skin does light up with a flush but she's moving along with it.

she nudges her head past him to the head of her bed. ] Get a pillow for me, Steve. [ to which, she holds her hand out expectantly. takes it once he hands one over, and she lets it drop to between his feet. looks into his eyes after she toes the pillow into place, reaches to put a hand on either of his knees and starts to lower herself down, kneeling, palms sliding up along denim.

daphne bites her lip, pulls at skin between her teeth as she looks to him. ] Where do you like to be touched the most, Steve? Where should I lick you first?

I like the idea of what you're about to do to me. [Not that her fingers didn't feel good, but there are a lot of things going on to make him as hard as he's getting for her. Plus he has the knowledge that she came to him for this, wanting to do this with him.

Her apprehension seems to dissipate, and he likes this bolder Daphne, the one that asks for a pillow to which he hands her. She gets down on her knees in front of him, his cock out and hard, and he lets her settle there. Fuck if that's not one of the best sights he's seen though, her on her knees ready for him.]

Start where you're curious. I promise it's going to feel good, and I want you to go at your pace with that's comfortable first. You can learn more about the things I like as we go.

[More importantly he wants her to like this, to keep wanting to do this.]

[ daphne listens intently, head cocking as he answer. as he rounds those words out, she nods slowly. ] All right. That sounds sensible.

[ her palms drift up the tops of his legs from his knees, her shoulders leaning in a little as her head cants. her grey eyes dazzle with curiosity, the length of him sizable and intriguing.

a hand moves to rest at his thigh, the other moving to run fingers onto his belly. fingertips rub in place over body hair, gradually sinking down until they’re resting at the side of his cock, at the very base. her gaze flits up to him, her fore and middle fingers drawing a line up the side of him, stopping halfway. she says nothing, just looks up through her lashes.

letting all of her fingers rest on his cock, they start to curl around, dragging agonizingly slow upward. her face tilts in, eyes narrowing as she spots the way precum beads at the tip. her fingers move up, up, her thumb brushing up over his cockhead, smearing slick in place.

daphne hums at the feel of it, keeps her hand very loosely around the middle of his cock. leans in, drags her tongue fully over steve’s tip, humming again at the taste, shifting away after a few seconds. peers up at him, cock in her hand. ]

Is it good?

[ happy to explore, but she can’t help checking in to ask that. ]

[He has a little bit of hair sloping below his navel, leading to a bit of curls above his cock. He does keep it trimmed, but preferring some hair there over it being completely gone. He's not an overly hairy guy, but enough on his chest and the happy trail pointing south. He keeps it in check, and his body hair is important to him. He is still of the impression that 'chicks dig it', but also apparently so do guys.

His hand on her is so careful and almost delicately placed that it's hard to not twitch in her hand. She explores the way he feels, and he lets her, leaning back and getting comfortable as he watches her just hold onto his cock, stroking it slowly before leaning in to run her tongue along the head of his cock. He knows she'll taste him, and he gives a nod at her answer.]

You don't have to stop in the middle to ask. I promise anytime your mouth is on me, it feels good.

[ her fingers tighten a little around his dick, idly since it's the main action she's in the midst of even as she listens for steve's answer. a blush blooms over her cheeks, pink and turning redder, lips pressing in and down, soft swallow as she nods. ] All right.

[ doesn't think she's done anything wrong, per say, but does feel a little out of her depth. she's not certain if he doesn't want to hear her speak or if it's that he truly doesn't wish for her to stop, or if he's merely angling to aid her. to make her more comfortable in moving forward, but she couldn't have hid the show of embarrassment.

she drags her hand down so she can hold loosely onto his cock by its base, head angling so she can lick over his cockhead again. still curiously learning, absorbing, the unique salty taste of him, humming as it spreads out over her tongue. she repeats that for a short while, mouth open as she laps over him, looking up to meet his eyes. breath holding for a moment, her lips move to encircle around his tip, soft skin touching soft, the silky sensation making her breathe out harder. pace slow, she lets her mouth wrap around him, just an inch of hard flesh. holds like that for a few seconds, head tilting faintly as she considers. then, daphne sucks, still soft, too soft probably, and she dips her mouth down fractions of an inch, focus drawn up to see how steve reacts.

eyes still searching for approval, praise, whatever he might do say or do to encourage her. ]

You didn't do anything wrong, [He explains, not trying to chastise her, but seeing how much she blushes after.] Pulling your mouth off can take someone out of it, make them less hard. Especially with how good you were doing like that.

[How good she continues to do. Steve leans in, sweeping some of her hair behind her ear as she clearly explores the feeling of his cock in her mouth, the way he tastes, and getting used to the feeling of cock slipping past her lips. It's definitely a sight, and he can't help the groan when she sucks, even as light as it is.]

God, that's good. Like that. You can suck as hard as you like, use your tongue if you can move it, but it's perfect like this, too. You look perfect like this.

[ daphne's movements still when steve starts to speak, when it's clear he's working to reassure her. the blush stays on her skin through those words, but her eyes become more confident and intent, focus shifting from his face to what she's doing. right in front of her, having a cock in her mouth. an act she didn't even know people did before steve told her about it. the praise brings a smile, a lift of her cheeks and corners of her mouth even around his dick.

she makes a contented sound with the affectionate brush of her hair, warmth spreading out over her own body too, the effect of exploring him coiling in her belly.

daphne deeply appreciates the praise, takes what steve says to heart, but maintains the same exploratory slide of her lips onto him for a little longer. then she lets her jaw hang lower, brushes her tongue on the underside of his shaft, circling the tip of her tongue over his cockhead, looking to him, again, for his reaction. certainly it'll be a good one and after she gets it, she breaks away to say -- ] I like how you taste.

[ she licks over the tip of his cock again, tonguing along the side before wrapping her lips around the start of him. sucks harder, assured in herself that what she chooses to do will feel good; tests out what it's like, sucking on the head of his cock. ]

[She's doing good, the way she is eager to learn every bit of him. He knows some people can take advantage of it, but he can see why it's so fucking hot to have her so interested in him, in his dick. It makes his cock twitch in her mouth. And her tongue instinctively knows how to find all the little pressure points that make him muffle a groan, grabbing onto the bed as to not jerk his cock deeper into her mouth like he wants to do.]

There-- like that. What you did with your tongue under my cock. That's-- that's a good spot. [He doesn't have the ability to explain it right now, but she did well.] If you can't take a man deeper, and you might gag or choke if you try, it's good to focus right there to get him off, just make sure to keep stroking me, squeezing hard.

[He knows he needs that little bit of extra stimulation, and he's certainly not expecting her to get to throating any time soon. It would be hot to watch her gag on him, but he'll take her mouth on his cock period.]

Just suck right there. And-- and I can tell you more. [Because he is going to come eventually, and she needs to know what happens when he does.]

[ the pressure from her mouth lessens when steve begins to speak, her eyes lighting up with acknowledgement to take in what he's saying. how he responds, in more ways than merely how his cock twitches and tenses in her mouth, crosses her vision, too. the way he grabs onto the bed, how she can tell that he works to ground himself. her tongue strokes over the sides of his dick as those words fill her ears, and clarity strikes more.

if she can't take a man deeper -- clearly what he might like, that they could work up to. more heat and slickness, she can presume, a tighter space the deeper his shaft may go. for now though, she nods and hums against his cock, the instruction spreading warmth through her thighs.

she hasn't really given a handjob either, her sexual experiences largely dipping quickly into her being touched, then having a man sink into her pussy. steve is, in fact, the man who's cock she's had the most though, so stroking him harder feels natural, finding out more of the ways he responds to when her fingers explore more of the feel of him. her tongue laps up against where he's instructed, lips shifting to suck against hardness, swirling her tongue in place over him, hand starting to jerk harder. steady and constant enough, pressures maintaining, drive in her eyes. she knows what could, should, come as a result of touching him like this, but she's entirely focused on how he's feeling from moment to moment. ]

[He's not pushing for more. He'll take whatever she can give, and whatever parts of him she can press into her mouth. His hands grab onto the bed though, to keep his hips still. Because it would be so easy to press himself into her mouth, but he doesn't want to push her, wants her to learn him on her own. He wants her to want to take more. That would be so much hotter, to watch her gag on him.]

You're so pretty like this, [He tells her softly, hand brushing back some of her hair when her hand starts to stroke more. His cock jerks in her hand, and he stifles another sound.]

You're getting me close. That means I'm going to come soon. It's-- it's got it's own taste. I can do it in your mouth. You can spit it out, you can take it, or I can come on you. Face, boobs, wherever. You tell me where you want me. [And he'll work up to doing all of them on her at some point.]

[ that earnest praise causes daphne to moan soft and pretty, all but keening around his cock. her fingers keep that steady pace, eyes locked onto steve’s face as he explains what to expect next. her lashes flutter as she considers, mouth drawing away long enough to answer, her lips wet and pinker from working over him. ]

On my cheek? [ she asks sweetly, setting the onus on him to decide if that’s a suitable place. she wouldn’t have asked if she didn’t want it, color rising on her face again. ] It may feel as though you’re kissing me there. [ just a thought, a guess, a little fantasy of what cum may feel like on her skin.

her tongue drags back across the tip of his cock, head canting as she realizes her pace of stroking has reduced subconsciously. looking straight in his eyes, she lets his shaft slip between her lips. inch by inch until she’s taking more of him than she yet has, a quiet sputter of a gag when it’s too much. daphne turns a little sheepish, but she draws back enough to keep part of him in her mouth, hand starting to stroke harder again, her tongue playing at the underside of his cock. ]

Fuck. [Even just the idea of coming on her face makes him nearly do it, but he doesn’t want to surprise her right then and there when he’s trying to build her up for this. The thought of it is that enticing though. With how pretty she is and proper, a good girl like her splashed with his cum is definitely a fantasy in itself, but the fact she’s offering it, and even phrasing it like that.]

God, Daphne. You say something like that, and I’m surprised more men aren’t banging down your door. [He grins down at her, touches the side of her face lightly.]

It’s a little different. Warm, sticky. But some people like the feeling or that it’s almost like being marked for someone else. Like being claimed? You’ll have to tell me what you think.

[He’s getting close though with all those little things she’s doing to him, and it only takes a moment to pull back, placing his own hand on his cock, so he can aim better. And God, if this isn’t even hotter than the fantasy she painted. He jerks himself with a soft grunt before he finally splashes across her cheek with a low moan.]

[ daphne's eyes light up with his reactions, want emanating from steve's voice. it drives her own actions forward, to stay consistent, lips spreading a little further as she learns how much of him she can take into her mouth without gagging. she knows why he says that, to tell her how sexy her own words are; but, daphne wouldn't want men banging down her door. that she's learning more, exploring this part of a man's body with someone she trusts, with steve, just makes her all the more satisfied with her choice in being with him like this.

her belly coils with heat and need too as he reveals more details, her cheeks hot and pink even before she sees his fingers start to wrap around his cock. she draws back, eyes locked onto his shaft as he pumps himself, one eye blinking at the sudden hit of cum on her skin. she sharply inhales as she gets a better look as he ejaculates, breath holding until no more seems to be coming. ah. seeing it occur in person truly is intriguing, edifying her knowledge.

her hand rises up slowly to her cheek, the splotch he's left on her, and she looks at steve with aroused eyes as she presses the tip of her forefinger into sticky warmth. she drags it down in a very small line, open lips perking up into a grin. daphne shifts so she's upright, to be able to rest her elbows on his thighs as her head cocks. ]

I would be happy, being claimed by you, any day, Steve. [ a little playful, but there's definitive heat there, too. she glances down at his cock before meeting his eyes again. ] It is all elucidating. Seeing what your cock can do. How it makes you feel, when you come. I am glad you showed me...all of this.

[ and there she is, cum dripping down her cheek, like the depraved lady she's chosen to be that day. ]

Yeah? [He asks when she says she wouldn't mind being claimed. And like he'd be stupid to not be into that, a girl like her? Absolutely, he wants to.]

Maybe next time I can mark you up. Get my cum all over you, mark you as my pretty girl. [He almost uses slut, but he's not sure how she might feel about that, yet. It's hot though, that she might like this, and the way she looks at him with his come on her makes him stifle a groan already. He bites on his lip.]

I don't mind showing you if this is what I get. You're literally perfect like this.

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