Rimming: Analingus 101

Ella Nova slides a hand down Ruckus's back and the two of them look dead serious, no cute lead-in, just the need that sits right between his cheeks. She spreads him open on the bed, blond hair falling across her face while she studies the tight ring like it might bite back. "Breathe slow," she says, then runs a warm, wet tongue from the top of his crack straight down. Ruckus hisses. Every nerve sparks; her tongue is velvet and heat and pure filth. She keeps the contact light at first, the flat of her tongue drawing slow circles, then tightens it to a point and flicks over the center. He pushes into it. "See how he opens when I give him steady pressure," she murmurs, pressing the flat again, then sucking the soft skin just outside. A shiny trail of spit catches the light. Ruckus grabs a fistful of sheet. "Don't tease. Get in there." She grins, nose brushing his tailbone, and buries her mouth deeper, tongue pushing past the ring in short, insistent strokes. The muscle flutters around the invasion, and his thighs shake. He flips her onto her back, athletic legs straddling her shoulders, and lowers until her mouth is sealed tight against him. Gravity does half the work. Her tongue thrusts up, slow and deliberate, while one hand reaches around to stroke him. She eats like she's starving and he's the only thing on the table. They switch angles: he kneels on all fours, chest low, ass high; she lies beneath, chin tilted, tongue lapping in long, filthy strokes from balls to hole and back. Spit runs down her chin. Every time he shivers she doubles the pressure, grunting into him so the vibration travels straight up his spine. "Hygiene first," she says between licks. "Shower, trim if you want, dental dam if nerves are still twitchy. But once you're clean, go slow, use lots of spit, and listen for the sounds he makes when you hit the right spot." Ruckus answers with a low moan that says she's found it. She switches to tiny, rapid flicks right at the center, then flattens again, broad strokes that cover everything. He rocks back against her face, muscles clenching, breath ragged. When she finally pulls away, her lips are swollen, his hole glistens, and neither of them looks ready to stop.