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Food Play
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Food Play She woke up and he was gone. This wasn't so unusual in itself; he got up for work very early. What was unusual was that he hadn't woken her up for a quick kiss goodbye. She was about to get up and put on her bathrobe to investigate when the object of her curiosity walked through the bedroom door. He was carrying a breakfast tray. She settled back onto the bed with a sigh of contentment. Breakfast in bed! He pulled back the covers with one hand, balancing the tray with the other, and cuddled up next to her. On the tray were all sorts of goodies: His special Mocha coffee for her and his own special blend for him. Also on the tray were, croissants, cut fruit, sausages, toast and (to her bewildered amusement) a bottle of honey. She looked up into his face, meaning to ask him why and for what, they would need the honey for, but the look in his eyes answered her question. She had seen that look before and it always meant there was fun ahead. Her stomach fluttered with the possibilities and her hand shook the mug she brought it to her lips. The food was devoured in compatible silence, the tray set aside with the honey still untouched. She was wondering what would come next, and then he kissed her. It was his special kiss: long, deep, passionate and able to melt her bones. She felt like their souls were one when they kissed like this, like they'd never be separated again. Perhaps they wouldn't. He finally broke the contact and pulled back the bed sheet. Her breasts were aching from wanting him, her nipples standing at attention. He kissed them briefly, intensifying their need rather than abating it, and continued down her stomach. His hand cupped her firm ass and he took a few moments to admire her light pink panties. They were silk and she knew he took pleasure in the feeling of the smooth material. He did this now, running his hand along the outline of her pussy, making her lips pucker and a watch as a small wet spot took shape. She was whimpering softly now, watching him as he leaned his head down and kissed the cloth of her panties. She moaned and panted as he paid special attention to her most sensitive area, where her clit ring was. He gave one more lingering kiss to her swollen lips and traveled up again until his face was even with hers. She desperately wrenched at his shirt, until he pulled it over his head, tossing it aside. She could feel his excitement against her hip and she ached to have it inside her. She reached for his waistband but he stopped her and pinned both her arms over her head. A loud gasp came from her lips. "You know what, darling? I'm still a little bit hungry," he said softly, smiling down at her as she panted in excitement and frustration. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, how could he be thinking of his stomach at a time like this? She was so distracted she didn't notice the bottle of honey until it was too late. "What are you... Oh yes..." she moaned as he squeezed small strands of honey onto her breasts. He drizzled the warm liquid on her nipples as she gasped in excitement, trying to free her hands from his strong grip. "You're going to make a mess if you don’t stay still, darling. Do you not want me to finish the job and do it right?" Her rant broke into a deep moans as he took her breast in his mouth and began to suck gently on her nipples, then ran his tongue all over her breasts and back. His tongue lavished her nipples, twirling around them in an attempt to capture all the sweet stickiness. Her hands relaxed and he let go, holding both of her wrists with one hand, using his free hand to reach down and part her legs. His hand dipped into her panties, his finger slid from her swollen clit, across her clit ring, and then down to her soaked<b> pussy. </font></b>She was almost levitating off the bed in pleasure, unable to decipher whether his finger or his mouth was the most arousing. Flicking his tongue against her nipple in the same rhythm as his finger, which was now pumping in and out of her dripping pussy, he could feel his hand getting more and more wet from her hot juices. She had her hands locked around his neck, drawing him close to her while she thrust onto his finger, showing him that she wanted more and couldn’t get enough. His thumb started to hit her clit with every inward thrust and she came hard, crying his name as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She almost screamed in despair when he withdrew his fingers, but calmed when he pushed down his shorts. He turned her over on to her hands and knees and pulled her panties off of her. The way she had her back arched and looking at her swollen<b> pussy </font></b>from behind, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed a hold of her hair, pulled and said, “Are you ready for this, baby?” Before she could answer him, he was inside her in one full, hard thrust and he felt her come instantly. The waves renewed their course as he began to thrust, her<b> pussy </font></b>squeezed around his cock. The more she came, the more his pace increased and he loved it when she would thrust back. Grabbing her soft hips, he held on tight as he stiffened and came, shooting every last drop deep within her. Shaking and quivering, she panted and whimpered, still riding the occasional spasm of her own pleasure. He bent down and he kissed her back again and again. Finally he rested against her, rolling her over and cradling her in his arms, they relaxed in the afterglow. "We should have breakfast in bed more often," she said sleepily. "Uh huh," he agreed, "or maybe dessert next time. Thinking about strawberry topping, she smiled happily and cuddled closer. |
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