* “Dessert” Before Dinner

“Thanks,” he said.

Moving to her front, he knelt before her as she sat in the big plush chair. The fireplace was to his back and alive with flame, as was he. She had the most incredible legs, long and beautiful. He ran his fingers over her erotic stiletto high heels, slipping his fingers inside to caress her arch then slowly sliding his hands up her taunt calves to her knees and down again repeating the process over and over, drinking her beauty in through his touch. 

He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to the inside of her knee. He could feel her legs relax ever so slightly, betraying the “No!” she had given him a few minutes earlier. He turned and gently kissed the inside of the other knee, letting his tongue slip out to make contact through her hose to her skin. “Nothing’s going to happen, you know, we’d be late for dinner, so you might as well stop,” she said. “I know sweetness, that’s ok, I just love kissing you, we’ll go in a minute.”

He ran his hands a little farther up the outside of her thigh, meeting the hem of her tight, black cocktail dress, then immediately retreating, sliding both hands down her legs to once again caress the arches of her feet, squeezing and massaging them now.

As his hands were stroking her legs, he turned his mouth to the other leg, inching his gentle kisses up just a tiny bit until his lips felt the top of her hose. He slipped his tongue between her hose and her leg, pressing it against her, drawing her skin into his mouth, his hands massaging her arches.  He slid his hands under her firm buttocks and drew her forward in the chair, forward towards his mouth. His head pushing the hem of her dress up as his kisses caressed new territory.

He placed her leg over his shoulder and felt her shoe fall from her foot. With the flat of his tongue, he licked, kissed, and pressed against the spot where her leg joined her torso, then crossing over her mound without touching it, he found the same spot on the other leg where he increased the pressure of his lick. Repeatedly he crossed over her mound, never touching, only exhaling his hot breath directly on her pussy.

“We’ll be late, you must s-t-o-p,” she said, dragging the word “stop,” out so the last syllable ended in an exhaled groan as she relaxed her legs a bit more, and her fingers entered his thick curly, salt and pepper hair.

Increasing her grip on his hair and sliding herself down in the chair she tried to get her pussy to contact his mouth but he avoided her. Feeling her yielding, he pulled her towards him so that now she was lying prone in the chair. Pulling the thin panties aside with his teeth, he loosed her engorged lips. She helped him as he draped her other leg over his shoulder. She was totally relaxed as her knees were supported by the arms of the chair and his shoulders. She felt him wrap his arms around her hips with his fingers pressing gently on her stomach.

For a few seconds he licked, kissed and sucked one lip, then moved to the other, crossing over her clit allowing his hot, exhaled breath to caress it but not touch it directly. Back and forth, back and forth, minutes, minutes, minutes, of teasing her, occasionally allowing his lower lip to, ever so slightly, graze her clit. Sucking one lip of her into his mouth, then the other, exploring her folds with his tongue, biting, kissing, sucking her lips as he watched her, over her mound, thrash her head from side to side, as she tried to steer his mouth to her clit.

He sensed the time was right, he yielded and allowed her to force his mouth to her hard clit. She pulled hard on his hair, pulling her clit to the hot mouth, caring only about her release. He sucked her clit into his mouth, making a few circles around it with his tongue then rapidly flicking the tip of it. It was only a few seconds of direct contact before he felt her contractions start. Her groans were animal, her intensity increasing as her grip of his hair increased. Her stomach muscles contracted as she flexed, flexed again, arched up against his lips, and in a loud scream/groan, squirted her wonderful nectar deep into his mouth.

He stayed in position, holding her tightly for the several minutes it took her to catch her breath, gently kissing her pussy and licking her continuing secretions into his mouth. When she was ready, he stood, and extended his hand to assist her out of the chair. He drew her to him and kissed her deeply, she tasted herself upon his lips … “Thank you for my dessert before dinner,” he said to her. She nodded and then, regaining a bit of her composure, managed a feeble seductive smile as she softly said, “I’ll pay you back for that.”

Dinner was never grander.

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