We’re hungry, which is why I’m currently in the kitchen preparing food, you sat on the worktop, legs swinging playfully, glass of wine in hand. I ask about your day, only half listening to the reply, concentrating not only on what I’m doing – sharp knife in hand- but also preoccupied slightly with the way your summer dress is riding up above your knees, light floral fabric bunching and rucked, bare tanned legs underneath.
Putting the knife down and picking up my own glass, I refocus. This isn’t the easiest meal to prepare and I’m suddenly flustered by the sight of your legs opening ever so slightly, underwear showing, the dark green panties I like so much because of the way they look against your skin. The subtle lace trim.
It would be far too easy to give in to temptation, and I’m determined to act the gentleman. Anyway, that little flash is probably accidental, I mean, we do have to eat at some point this evening.
Reluctantly turning my back on you, I move to the sink, more easy going chit chat. As I continue with the dinner I can hear you shifting about. You’re clearly relaxed here and the thought brings a smile to my face. it is to my mind a picture of domestic bliss. And I’m glad.
Only when I turn around do I notice the discarded underwear. Fuck, my heart rate increases and I exhale a sigh, breath catching in my throat. Your skirt is short, but it covers most of your thighs, however as we make eye contact, the tension palpable, you begin to slowly draw it up with one hand. Uncrossing your legs as you do and opening them even further than before, your sex just visible, glistening. My jeans are suddenly uncomfortable, that familiar straining.
Food can wait, besides, I’m suddenly struck by a hunger for something else. Taking your glass and dropping to my knees, kissing up and down your inner thighs, fingers grazing your clit and outer lips. I’m getting closer to where my mouth wants to be.
Placing my hands either side using my thumbs to open you up, the delicious slow reveal as you yield. The taste of you is the only thing that will satisfy my appetite.
I take one lick, enjoying every undulation your juices sweet and sticky coating me. Sliding and bucking your hips, you lean back and put your legs over my shoulders. I’m overwhelmed, ravenous as I suck and slurp. Hands on your ass holding you in place as my tongue dips in and out exploring. Your breathing is more ragged now, accompanied by a low whimper. We’re totally lost in the moment, that scene of domestic bliss has evaporated, replaced by something urgent and animalistic. And then the release. Your head rocks back just as your pussy clenches, you get wet at the best of times but I’ve never experienced this. My mouth is suddenly flooded with taste, just as your climax is ebbing away, I’m beginning the march towards mine.
I’m rock solid now, my cock thrusting upwards towards my waistband. Trying to maintain a modicum of decency – much too late for that pal, ha – I suggest we eat, there’s only a few small things to do before dinner can be served, and the break from each other will serve to calm things down.
With table set, music and a single candle I serve the food and bring it to where you’re seated. Kissing the top of your head ‘enjoy’ I whisper. We talk of our day, and you say how much you’re enjoying the meal. Pouring you another glass and then filling mine, the realisation hits me that we’re halfway through the second bottle. That might explain the returning feeling, I want you, and once the dinner plates have been cleared I intend you have you.
Making my way to the sofa, I sit down with a satisfied smile on my face. The first time I’ve cooked for you and it was a relative success, not to mention the events before.
There’s a brief moment before you come in and sit next to me, also smiling, although I can’t quite work out what kind it is.
We talk a little while longer and I’m struck by the desperate urge to kiss you. The atmosphere has become charged again. This time however it’s woozy and less controlled due to the alcohol and full stomachs.
My hard on is returning fast, stronger this time. And it’s blatant. You notice instantly and dance your fingers over the bulge in my jeans, then start rubbing it in a circular motion with your palm. Clenching my jaw and inhaling sharply, you grasp it through the fabric momentarily.
That’s my cue to undo the top button and unzip, before I realise what’s happening you’ve moved to the floor and are pulling my jeans and boxers down. My cock is lying against my stomach, the veins popping, skin taut. And as you take me in hand, you squeeze, precum oozing from the tip as you tongue it off and engulf me in one deft move.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10jmq40/m45_insatiable
Very good, well written 👍🏽