Feeding His Lust - Sex Stories

Feeding His Lust

... around my clit and applied the slightest amount of suction, I came so fucking hard, I collapsed back against the bed! I wasn't a screamer during orgasm; instead, I released guttural moans as my body shuddered. His tongue slowed but didn't stop, coaxing forth another wave of contractions.

Even after my climax subsided, it took me a minute to lift my head. While I recovered, Patrick kissed and sucked my puffy outer labia. I felt the sensual glide of his tongue along my inner thigh. Once my muscles no longer felt as though they were made of rubber, I propped myself up on my elbows. "Holy shit, no one's ever made me come that hard!" I blurted out.

He flashed a pleased grin. His hair was mussed, and his lips were wet with my juices. "I'll be happy to do that all night."

"Next time. Right now, I want you in this bed with me."

He quickly climbed to his feet. In moments, we lay side by side, sharing another kiss. Then I reached for the whipped cream and strawberries. As Patrick turned onto his back, his gaze filled with anticipation. Kneeling at his side, I couldn't suppress a playful giggle. I never dreamed I'd be in a gorgeous man's bed, making a trail of strawberries down the length of his chest and belly, but that's exactly what I set about doing. Patrick fixed his hot stare on my hands strategically lining up the fruit on his body.

Though my hair was tousled and coming loose from the clip holding it back, Patrick still had a clear view of my face when I leaned ...

... forward, using my mouth to gather up the strawberry I'd placed on his chest. He was so excited, his chest rapidly rose and fell beneath my lips. I made a point to look up at him while I ate the fruit. "Mmm, this is delicious. So sweet and juicy!" When Patrick moaned, the sound bordered on a whimper. I continued making my way down his body, slowly eating each strawberry.

"Christ, you've got me so excited!" he said.

I understood then just how powerful it was, to satisfy someone's deepest kink. Especially when no one else ever could. The sight of Patrick so wild for me made my clit start throbbing again. When I gathered up the last sliver of strawberry, I brought my lips achingly close to his hard cock, but I didn't yet touch it. Instead, I picked up the can of whipped cream. My eyes met Patrick's, and he eagerly nodded. "Let me see your tongue," I told him. Immediately he obeyed. I grinned while covering the tip of his tongue with the cream. Then I lowered my mouth to his so I could suck it off. He placed a hand on the back of my head and kissed me hard, the taste of sweet cream lingering between our lips.

My grin widened as I covered each of Patrick's nipples. When I began licking and sucking them clean, he gave an involuntary thrust of his hips. Of course, he knew exactly where I was going with this play, and I loved seeing his excitement build. Finally, I knelt between his spread legs, giving his dick a long, appreciative stare. Then I circled its base with whipped ...