He grunted, meeting his release. He rested below me for a moment, gasping as did I. I didn’t want to get off him and he pulled me downwards to kiss his lips.
“You think we can make into to the bedroom next time?” he teased.
“There’s going to be a next time?”
“God, I hope so.”
I smiled, “Say when?”
“Twenty minutes?”
I raised an eyebrow at him, “What am I going to do for twenty minutes?”
“We are going to keep up our energy.” He kissed me again, and I returned it. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I told him, admiring his physique as he walked away.
Smiling to myself, I settled back onto couch for a moment.
That was fucking amazing. He was amazing. It was like he knew where I wanted to be touched and when. He wasn’t even afraid to bite me. I never minded a little pain with my pleasure.
“What do you want to eat?” he called out from the kitchen.
I rose from the couch and stretched, not caring in the slightest that I was naked. As far as I was concerned, he had already licked, bit and seen it all.
“I have crackers, I can make sandwich—”
Walking up behind him, I placed my hand on his back and he jumped. Looking at me over his shoulder, he swallowed, unable to tear his gaze away from my naked form.
“Do you have strawberries?” I asked him.
“Hmm?”
Gazing past him, I spotted them in the door of the refrigerator and reached under his arm to get them. The cold air made my nipples harden, which I knew he noticed. Taking the can of whipped cream, I sprayed a little into my mouth and licked it off my lips.
“You don’t mind?” I asked, waving the can at him.
He shook his head. “Not at all.”
“I love whipped cream, don’t you?” I whispered placing a squirt of it onto my finger.
I offered my finger to him, and he took it eagerly. He sensuously sucked the cream from my finger and ran his tongue along the length of it before allowing me to slide it out of his mouth.
“I’m loving it more and more each second,” he whispered, and I handed him the can.
“It’s your whipped cream, you should taste it from where you want.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, more to himself than to me, as he took the can and sprayed a squirt of cream onto my shoulder. I tilted my head to the side, giving him room to lick it off of me.
Next, he placed it on my breasts, but before he could lick it off, I took a strawberry out of the carton and allowed its tip to glide through the dollop of cream before I took a bite.
“These are some really good strawberries,” I whispered.
He stared at me without saying a word, and I could see that he was awaiting my next move. Eager to please, I took another strawberry, and repeated the action before giving it to him to taste.
He accepted my offering with a smile, “Now I know I’m dreaming.”
“Then enjoy it, I know I am,” I said to him.