We dozed on and off for some time, our hands occasionally
reaching out to touch and caress each other's skin. When we
talked, it was to share a memory, brought to mind by our time together. Things
we wished we had done, but couldn’t bring ourselves to do. Places we had wanted
to see, but then never visited. People we had loved, but never told.
Staying in bed, looking at his body, his muscles,
his skin made me hungry for more. It also made me just plain hungry. As my
stomach growled, he chuckled and reached for the phone. Raising an eyebrow for
my permission this impulse lover of mine ordered breakfast for dinner; French toast,
bacon, eggs Benedict and sausage.
“If we are going to do this right, let’s throw
convention out the window.”
The food arrived in short order and he pulled
out a chair for me, bowing gallantly as I sat down. “Duchess, your dinner sits waiting!”
He reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a long black strip of fabric.
Blindfolding me, he sat next to me and proceeded to feed me.
Not being able to see what I was eating, what
the next bite would bring was a new experience for me. The food smelled better,
tasted richer than ever.
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When a drop of syrup escaped the French toast,
falling on my collar bone, he leaned in and kissed it off. His one touch
sparked my desire which flamed as he began to drizzle syrup onto my naked
breasts before nibbling and licking it off. When the hollandaise sauce from the
eggs spilled from the fork onto my lips, he sucked it off as I moaned gently.
Food became the catalyst for our next round of
passionate play. I never wanted it to end. I ate my full, but didn’t lose my
hunger for him, and he knew it.
“Open your mouth Duchess.”
I complied, only to whimper in ecstasy as his
hard shaft slid over my lips, to fill my ravenous mouth. “Get it nice and wet
Duchess. I’m gonna fuck you until you are full of me.”
My saliva ran over his length as I licked and
sucked his flesh. He pulled out and with a swift sure movement drew me to my
feet. Bending me over the table, he
spread my soft ass cheeks before driving his cock into my wet pussy. I gasped
as my tender hole filled with him. His thrusts drove my thighs into the table
and I begged for more. His strong hands slapped my ass and still I pleaded for
more from him.
He rode me hard and I welcomed it. He had
pleasured me gently and I had sucked him deeply, now he was taking me
desperately and I craved it. It would wrap up this fantastic interlude and hold
it forever in my mind.
His panting breath quickened and I knew he was
close to his climax. Reaching a hand down, I rubbed my swollen clit as he
bucked deep inside me. I came hard, my muscles clenching so hard they pulled a
low, harsh cry from his lips. He shuddered as he came inside me, pressing
against my back to steady his trembling body.
