I lay naked, sprawled across your table with my hands resting at my sides. My head was barely hanging off the table and I could feel the curled wisps of hair next to my ears. You looked down at me, studying me, a jar in your hands. Your look was full of admiration and mischief and it took my breath away. In this state, my body was yours to play with, but currently, I was too spent to allow my over-active imagination get the best of me.
You swirled the honey wand around in the jar and then dragged it across my left breast. It wasn’t much, a smattering of honey, so to speak. I moaned up at you, my toes curling at the end of the table. You smiled, bent, and kissed the tip of my nose, telling me to be still. You set the honey back on the tray next to the table and picked up a pan from where it rested. I could smell the sweetness of the chocolate and I almost asked you to let me taste it. However, I cried out as you drizzled it along my belly and the tops of my breasts. It was warm, reminiscent of candle wax and I was silently begging you to coat my nipples in it as well. Ultimately, you decided against it and set the pan down.
I watched you carefully, seeing hints of red appear between your fingers as you pulled them away from the cart. The strawberries that I helped you slice earlier. You placed a few on my stomach as a juxtaposition to the chocolate. They were cool against my skin, raising gooseflesh and making me arch my back with another moan. The strawberry slid and I felt it against my thigh, it smudging your work. “I really don’t want to tie you to the table,” you leaned down, murmuring in my ear as you collected the berry from atop my thigh. I bit my lip, nodding at you slightly, and resumed laying as still as possible. You held the strawberry to my lips, raising your eyebrow. I opened my mouth and sucked on it before chewing and swallowing it.
You nodded approvingly and then grabbed another pan off the tray by my head. I could smell the rum from the strawberry syrup we had made while we were slicing strawberries. It was a boozy simple syrup and like the chocolate was warm against my skin. You spooned some between my breasts and then used the back of the spoon to smear it down my middle, leaving a sticky streak in your wake.
Honey. Strawberries. Chocolate. Simple Syrup. What were we missing? Oh, the cream. Earlier I helped you make a decadent whipped cream from scratch. I heard you shake the canister and apply liberal amounts of the cool cream to my nipples before artfully putting a dollop of it where the chocolate and strawberry syrups mingled on my belly.
You paused, admiring your work and then left me to go and grab the Cheesecake we had been cooling. You came back with a small plate with the cheesecake, a fork stuck in it and a bottle of Riesling. You poured the Riesling into a glass that was by my shoulder and carefully placed the cheesecake slice on my stomach before leaving me to put the plate away. You came back and took a sip of the wine, our eyes meeting briefly. With a smirk, you winked at me, broke off a piece of the cheesecake, and smeared it in the honey pooled across my breast. You savored the bite, nodding your appreciation of the tastes to me. “It’s perfect.”
Before you continued, however, you pushed your shorts off your hips and grabbed the whipped cream from next to my left arm, spraying your cock with a bit. I watched you and quirked an eyebrow wondering what you were up to, but you didn’t leave me waiting for long. You reached across the table and nudged my thighs apart. I had wondered why you had left everything south of my hips alone, but then I felt you push the soft silicone of a toy into me, making me gasp. You pushed it until it was nestled against that oh so slippery spot and placed the remote on the table. “If you’re good, I’ll let you cum again,” you turned the vibrator on its lowest setting and pushed your cock between my lips, stifling my moans.
You rocked your hips against my face, fucking it while you leisurely savored my body. You bent, licking along the pool of strawberry syrup and took another bite of the cheesecake, moaning as you did. I worked your cock with my lips and swirled my tongue along your length, moaning against it. You must have liked it because you turned the vibrator up again and I curled my fingers into the edge of the table, trying to lay as still as possible. A good pet wouldn’t mess up the delicious dessert tasting board you had created.
I felt you draw your fingers through the whipped cream on my nipples and rolled my nipple between your sticky fingers. Your lips found the other and you licked the cream away, pulling my nipple between your teeth. My legs were quivering with pleasure and I moaned against your cock. It did not take you long to drag me to near orgasm, but that was because of how sensitive I was after our session this morning. After all, the cheesecake needed a bit of my nectar to round it out.
You pulled your cock from between my lips and let me nibble on a strawberry. i moaned up at you, my head in a daze and you turned the toy up even higher. my fingers gripped the side of the table so hard, I knew if I could look, they would be white. I fought every instinct to pull the invading toy from me because I knew if I moved, there would be consequences. “P-Please turn it down,” I panted, whining up at you.
You looked at me, made a face like you were considering it and shook your head, “nah, you’ll be fine.” You patted my cheek and pushed your cock back between my lips, hitting the back of my throat. You resumed fucking my face, this time abandoning the remaining spread on my belly. You sighed a moan and growled, catching my errant hand between both of yours when I moved it to cup your balls and help your orgasm along. As punishment, moved my hand down to between my legs, “play with yourself while that toy is in you, but don’t cum,” you growled.
I moaned my protests against your cock, but you ignored me. I could feel how close to orgasm you were. Your cock was twitching in my mouth and I wanted to taste you, but there was not a lot I could do from this angle. I circled my clit with my fingers, slowly at first and then more quickly. If I kept at this pace, I would cum. My toes were pointed and I was now consistently moaning against your cock. You moaned my name, pulling your cock almost all the way out before hitting the back of my throat again and I could taste your cum. You were tangy, but offset from the sweet aftertaste of the cream. I cleaned your cock of your cum and satisfied you withdrew it from my lips. I was at the edge of an orgasm, but you weren’t feeling generous and switched the toy off. My fingers were drenched in my honey and you took my hand in yours, putting my fingers to your lips to taste me.
“So that’s where the cheesecake got the hint of lemon,” you murmured after you were done cleaning my fingers of my honey.
I moved carefully so my head was resting on the table and smirked up at you, “let me taste it!”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/evd7fx/just_desserts_food_oral
Tasty :)