Simply D’Licious
He looked forward to Valentine’s Day every year, especially when it fell on the weekend. He was always in competition with himself to do better than he did the previous year. He loved to make her happy and after their festivities she would curl up and fall asleep with a smile of satisfaction on her face.
She came through the door not expecting anything too special, maybe a card, candy, stuffed animal, something typical. However, he was anything but typical. He had prepared her favorite foods, favorite champagne, and favorite dessert for a candlelit dinner. While they ate dinner together, he listened to her vent and talk about her day. As dinner concluded, she thanked him and he passionately kissed her.
“Taste, is the first sense but, we‘re not done with this one just yet.” he told her. “There’s more to come, but you’ll have to use your other senses.”
After they finished, he led her upstairs where he blindfolded her, undressed her, and pulled her close to him.
“Touch,” he seductively whispered in her ear before he laid her down on her stomach.
He straddled her and reached over the bed to grab a special concoction he had prepared earlier. Slowly dripped the warm, thick, gritty mixture down her spine until he reached the dip in her back. Taking another handful of his mixture, dripping it across her shoulders, and then rubbing across, where her angel wings should be. He dripped it down her back, slowly coming back up, and then down again. He repeated this several times, massaging the mixture into her soft caramel skin. She had the softest skin that glowed in the candlelight. Slowly massaging her from her waist down to her feet, he rolled her over, and dripped the mixture down the center of her breast to her belly button, dripping circles around her breast. He gently rubbed her body once more making sure he didn’t leave any place untouched.
After he finished the massage, he removed her blindfold and led her to a foam filled bathtub with rose pedals sitting atop of white soapy clouds and candles lined around the tub.
“Sight,” he whispered, “Now just sit, soak, and relax.”
She leaned back into the bubble pillows as she inhaled the intoxicating steam that soothed her soul. He returned to the tub to wipe her down and rub the mixture until it dissolved, seeping into her soft skin. Binding the blindfold back on her before he rubbed her shoulders and slid behind her inside the tub. Her skin was even smoother from the mixture and warm water. As she slid against him, she felt his nature beginning to rise. So excited and anxious for what was going to happen next, she slid back and up against him. She slowly slid down, until she felt him slide inside of her. The deeper he went, her body tensed until she let out a mild moan as she threw her head back onto his shoulder.
“No, no, not yet…” he whispered as he tried to slide out of her, but she had her own plans. She tensed and tightened as she gyrated her hips, making sure that he felt all of her. She was the type of girl who had full control of her body; she could keep her waist still as she rolled her hips in any direction. As both of their bodies slid against each other, she was feeling him beginning to achieve his climax. She put more into it, gyrated harder, slower with a fast twist, and dismounted as he exploded. She removes her blindfold and turns to kiss him.
“You can open your eyes now.” She says as she grabs him by the back of his head pushing him in closer for a kiss. “I couldn’t let you have all the fun.” She rolls over and kisses him again, then rise to their feet. He turns on the shower and they gently wash each other down. He exited to get her a robe and was in awe of her when he returned. Time slowed as he stared at a glowing angel with her dark hair draping over her shoulders as beads of water slowly rolled down her body before crashing to the floor. He gently dried her before leading her down a path of rose pedals that led to the bedroom door. As she opened it, they entered a tropical jungle of lust and love.
“Smell,” he told her.
As she inhaled, she could taste the sugar, lavender, and vanilla as she climbed back in to the bed, which was now covered with rose pedals. He mounted her again, dripping warm oil down the crease of her spine from her neck to the deep crease of her lower back. He repeated his massage process, but this time was much deeper and more sensual. He rubbed, rolled, and kneaded out her knots of from the nape of her neck, to the aches across the arches of her feet. When he rolled her over to finish, she pushed him on his back, and mounted him.
“Listen! I got this.” She told him as she climbed on top of him slowly wound her body as she lowered herself on him. She slid her hands slowly around his face and locked her fingers behind his head. She wrapped her legs around his thighs so her ankle and foot were gently pressed against his knee, locking her legs around his so it was easier for her to control her body. She rolled and gyrated her hips, making her ass bounce up and down, while her upper body remained still. She squeezed him tighter and tighter, each time she wined and rotated. She let go of his neck, unlocked her legs, spun around with him still inside, then slowly climbed off of him sliding her body down his, arching her back high into the air, and putting his ego into her mouth to taste herself.
He reached up, grabbed her waist, and pulled her in so that he could return the favor. He licks deep between her lips, massaging her clit in a circle motion with his thumbs. Moments later, her sweet sticky love nectar slowly drips from her lower lips as he sucks and swallows her. She climbs off of him on to all fours, and reaches down rubbing her lower lips as she slides her fingers up her crease, curling them in and out of her backdoor, inviting him to enter her forbidden zone.
He comes in closer licking up her forbidden fruit clockwise, as her lips drip onto his lips he stands and pulls her closer. He wipes her nectar off of his chin as some of it drips and slides between her cheeks disappearing down her backdoor. Rubbing the tip of his head covered with her nectar from his chin, he slowly slides inside of her from behind going as deep as he can. She works and winds her body to the beat of the music. Sliding closer to him, she arches her back more, licks her fingers, and rubs her button before slipping her fingers deep inside it. He pulls out and slowly rolls the tip of his head around her tight button slowly sliding inside of her backdoor. She was so tight and tense, but he could feel her body relaxing as he slowly slipped in. Her body jumped and tensed when he went too fast. He slowed and tried to pull out.
“No, keep going,” she moaned as she grabbed his hand, pulling him closer. She arched her back and slid in closer taking as much of him as she could. She grunted out and then relaxed as she regained control her breathing. It became easier and she started gyrating and rolling her hips; once she got became comfortable, she got confident and started to throw it back. The applause of love crescendo through the air, she clenched the sheets while biting her lip. She pulled away from him and he fell back on to the bed to catch his breath. As he inhaled deeply she put him back into her mouth, making him gasp again. She ran her tongue up his seam, shaft, and then down to the back of her throat. With the tip of his head in her throat, she contracted her throat making him jump every time she did it. He reached down in attempt to push her away, but she just pushed his hands back and went harder. He fell back on the bed and grabbed a pillow to cover his face to silence himself. She pulled him out of her mouth, licked under his head, up the shaft, around his love sack, and bit his inner thigh as she scratched his chest down to his abs.
“Fuck that pillow, you hear me all the time. I’m gonna Hear you this time!” she snatched the pillow, threw it across the room, and continued to finish. She grabbed his shaft, flicked her tongue as she licked down from his tip to the base following her tongue down his seam as she twisted her hands while she jerked him. Her hot wet saliva dripped down her chin as she spit on his head before putting him back into her mouth. He jumped again as he touched the back of her throat. Her grip tightened on his thighs as she pushed her thumbs into his upper inner thigh.
“”Oh shit!” he yelled out as he tried to sit up, but she pushed him back down as she dug her nails into his abs. She rolled her head clockwise, while rolling her tongue counter-clockwise around the tip of his head. Hot saliva dripped down as she sucked harder and slower as he breathed deeper and slower. His body started to shake as he let out a loud moan. She looked him in his eyes with him still deep inside of her throat, and swallowed again, consuming everything he had inside.
After catching his breath he tried to sit up, but the experience was so intense that he lost all feelings in his legs and fell back down. She crawled on top of him and laid on his chest.
“Happy… Valentine’s… Day,” he sighed out and kissed her on her forehead.
“Thank you baby.” She said as she hugged him. “Just relax now. I couldn’t let you put all the work in. And like I told you before, I do this.”
Blv Həff
DAMN
ReplyDeleteGoodness Gracious!
ReplyDelete