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Dessert, Served Warm
After spending a little more time on the couch kissing, we both get up. We’ve learned our lesson from the night before and get to making dinner and finishing our day a little earlier. I’ve found myself a little more relaxed than this afternoon and take the chance to make you a cute dinner we can eat at the table. We both put our clothes back on and share a gentle kiss before settling into our seats for food. We do our best to keep our thoughts away from sex, succeeding on the most part aside from a few hungry glances at each other. Finally, as we’re finishing our last bites, you feel my foot gently run up your calf.
You decide you’d like to see where this goes, and relax into your chair, opening your legs just a little. Taking the hint, I let my touches slide a little higher and keep our conversation going. You’re enjoying the last bites and breathing a little quicker as my stroke go from the top of your thigh, all the way down to your ankle, and slowly back up again. You don’t want to rush things and neither do I, so we stay like this for a bit, until I see you blush.
It seems your scent has made its way up to our senses once again, and you know I can tell even though we’re both choosing not to mention it. Your legs close around my toes when they reach the top of your thigh on the next round, and you feel me press forward gently against your lips. “Mmmm,” you finally let out, slumping in your chair slightly and letting me win this little game. “Hun, you feel like ice cream?” you ask, knowing it’s the last thing on my mind now that I’ve seen you give in. “No hun, do you?” I return, sending your fleeting tease back your way. “Not really, hmm, how about some cheesecake?” you continue, visibly rocking a little into my touch under the table. “I don’t think so, we’d have to wait for it to defrost,” I tell you, knowing my answer doesn’t matter all that much since we’re just playing with each other at this point.
“How about me? I’m warm and sweet and very wet babe, eat my pie,” you almost Escort Kızılay giggle out, but manage to keep your voice together. “I think I’d like that babe, you know you’re my favorite,” I tease. Before I’m even done speaking, you’re slowly getting up and reluctantly pulling away from my building touch. You pull off your shirt off again and this time your shorts too. The cheeky pair you have on sits on your perfectly, and I can clearly see the dark spot where you soaked this afternoon, and the darker inner spot where you’re starting to show now. I groan a little and get up to help you, taking our dishes to the sink.
Trapping you against it, I hand you a dish one by one to wash. As you scrub under the water, I press my hips into your ass in need, and moan into your ear with a warm wet kiss. Your neck feels so smooth against my lips, and I can’t help but palm your chest while you smile and wash pretending to be innocent. You can feel just how much I’m throbbing, and you let me slowly build myself against your cheeks. “Hun, be good,” you warn playfully, reaching a wet hand back to hold my upper thigh and pull me in with a sexy little grind back into me. I kiss your neck a little more deeply, sucking the skin into my mouth and running my hands over your hips and abdomen lovingly.
Turning your head to me, forcing me to let go of your neck, you whisper “done” and make me moan into your lips in another slow kiss. Ever so slowly, I pull back, not having gotten close, but let myself go to the sensations. “You’ve been good today, time for dessert,” you tell me sweetly, your eyes dancing with a little flirt and a little nervousness, hoping you’re hitting the right buttons. Your loving insecurity is so cute to me, and I slip my arms under you and scoop you up to take you and lay you down on the dining table. You sigh at the cool hard surface against your skin, arching your back a little so it doesn’t rest against it, and unknowingly putting on a sexy show for me.
You look so beautiful laying there, Kızılay Escort and even though I’ve seen you like this countless times before, I dim the lights and take in the perfect sight of my love. Walking over to you, I start to kiss your fingertips, making eye contact when your eyes open and watching your face when they close again. Slowly sucking one of them into my mouth, I feel you stretch and shift on the table, snaking your free hand down between your legs. “Outside,” I request, and continue you kiss down your hand, inside your wrist, and up your arm. “Yes,” you hiss passionately, as my lips make the transition from your arm to your side, squirming at the slight tickle.
I kiss across to your chest, gently biting your nipple through your bralette, making you arch your back again and then relax against the cool table forcibly. My lips trail all over your chest, down your stomach, and to your beautiful panties again. Peeling them down inch by inch, I kiss your perfectly smooth skin, letting you feel each move of the lace and soft kiss I place. You whimper with every other kiss and let out a long, almost desperate moan when you feel my tongue slowly swipe from the bottom of your entrance and deep into you. I let your pair fall onto your stomach, the gentle touch makes you twitch, and you remember how teasing it feel for later.
Long. slow, deep, passionate licks pamper your lips, inside and out. Letting your clit rest, I slowly make love to you with my tongue, my hands sliding up your calves to the tops of your thighs and gently back down the insides. By the time they reach the top, I’m deeply fucking you with my tongue, and by the time they’re at your ankles, I’m gently licking the skin just below your entrance. Over and over I build you like this, watching your body writhe on the table and hold the opposite end of it with your hands above your head. You look perfect under my mouth, and I start to reach up, clawing my fingertips up your sides.
You start to lose patience and reach down Kızılay Escort Bayan with one of your hands to run through my hair. Sensing your need, I finally let my tongue slip upwards, circling over your clit. 10, 20, countless times I let it roll up, over your hood, around the other side, and back down inside you. Each circle making you more hopeful for what you need, but keeping you waiting for just a little bit more. Your other hand joins in and pulls my head tight to your clit and with a loud, loving moan you feel my tongue lick up and down your clit. Lick after lick building you quickly after all the teasing. Stroke after stroke making you press down harder into my tongue.
Your breaths and moans crescendo and you do something you’ve only done once before. You grab your panties off your stomach and press them into your mouth to muffle your cry as you explode for me. I moan into your wetness watching this and you realize what you just did as your orgasm overtakes you. I keep licking quick and hard, sending you into a string of rolling releases, your hips lifting off the table at times and my hands clenching your cheeks under you to help the next wave roll over you.
After some unknown minutes cumming for me, you take the mouth and laugh out loud a little bit at yourself, looking down to see the lust you’ve inspired in my eyes. “I really didn’t expect that, god you make me feel so good babe,” you giggle and let me enjoy the memory. I slow down, little by little, and finally pull away with a soft kiss on your lips. Slumping back in the chair in a little bit of exhaustion and stretching my neck. Seeing my slight discomfort, you slowly sit up and pull me to stand up. Pulling your arms around me to kiss my neck softly and thanking me and pushing my shorts down.
Both of us look down and I whimper a little, embarrassed a touch. “Fuck, hun, you’re finally as wet as I am. And you look so sexy and hard for me in them,” you moan into my ear and pull me to come to bed with you. I just groan and follow you to bed, hoping you’ll finally touch me again after watching you so intimately. Each step towards the room I feel your silky intimate slide against my shaft and keep me hard for you. Our clothes in our hands, we make it to the bedroom before dropping them lazily and climbing onto our bed.
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