She Knows How to Surprise Him...

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I make absolutely no profit from this fanfic

A/N: This is my first posting here on aff, but not my first fanfic. This was an answer to a prompt posted for the spring_kink Valentine's Day Kink Meme on LJ. ~NekoEro

She Knows How to Surprise Him...

Winry would never forget.

She would never forget the look on Edward’s face when, instead of mounting him, she had grasped his twitching erection and bent to run her tongue along its length before taking the head into her mouth. At first, his golden eyes had gone wide with astonishment, seemingly mortified that she would even consider giving him a blowjob. Then they pleaded with her to continue.

She lightly ran her tongue along the underside of the head, marveling at how soft yet hot the skin of his cock was. Ed’s hips bucked once and she grinned to herself as she heard him gasp. Again, she drew him in, using a steady suction to bring him deep into her mouth, savoring the unbridled moan that erupted from his throat.

“Winry…”

His voice came in a pleading whine and she felt his natural hand touch the back of her head. His fingers softly caressed her scalp in small circles, sending a chill down her spine and raising gooseflesh on her skin. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his automail hand clench at the sheets, gathering the white cotton cloth into his fist.

She’d tortured him enough.

Time to finish him off.

Winry began to enthusiastically work Edward’s cock, moving her head up and down in a quick, fluid tempo. She synchronized the movement of her hand with her mouth as she caressed the underside of his cock with her tongue. Shortly, Edward’s finger’s tensed in her hair and he exerted a slight pressure against her head as he began to aggressively buck his hips.

“Ahhh--! Feels…so…good!” Edward murmured as he gasped for breath.

Winry tried to control the depth of his thrusts, but his hand held her head steady, not allowing her to draw back. Once or twice, she had to choke back her gag reflex, but never let up the relentless suction on his cock.

Almost unexpectedly, Edward tensed, his breath hitching in his throat. Then his hand shoved her head down, forcing her to take him in deeply, and Winry felt a warm, milky fluid invade the back of her throat.

“Nrrgh--! Winry?!”

Now he was gasping in sobs as his final thrusts slowed. He then collapsed, the hand that had so ruthlessly controlled her now falling limp onto the sheets.

“Thank you, thank you so much…,” he gasped/groaned, sinking back into the bed, his body now boneless.

Sitting back onto her legs, Winry coughed to clear her throat, swallowing the slightly bitter substance once she caught her breath. When she wiped the tears from her eyes, she looked up to see Edward haplessly sprawled across the bed, dozing peacefully as quiet snores rumbled from his opened mouth.

She smiled down at him warmly as she recalled their boisterous conversation over the breakfast table; Edward had claimed there was nothing Winry could do that would ever surprise him.

She’d never had so much fun proving him wrong.