|Invitation to dessert|
January 16, 2007
“Come over and share dessert with me tonight?” she asks as she trails her finger over his shirt and smiles up at him seductively.
“I would love to.” Her long nail sends a shiver of anticipation through him.
The cold night extends its icy tentacles out to chill his bones. As he climbs the stairs to her house, he hears the creek of every step. His warm breath forms clouds around his face as he enters through the door that is left slightly ajar. The warmth rushes to greet him, embracing and welcoming him into the room. She has lit candles everywhere. There is only the sound of soft music. Following a path of flickering lights, he pauses at the bedroom door, more candles. The smell of incense hangs in the air like a dream, and the bed is splashed with red rose petals.
As the sight and smells dance around his head, he senses her approaching him from behind with the gracefulness of a floating ghost.
“Shh. Don’t move.” Her warm words brush his ear.
She moves behind him, her hands gently pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. Her fingers delicately slide along the tendons in his neck. She run her hands from his shoulders to his arms then encircles him to unbutton his shirt. As she eases it off his body and arms, her mouth tastes his shoulders and neck and nips at the space behind his collarbones. He moans in pleasure.
She leans into his ear. "You are going to be dessert". The whisper of her words, as they swim in her soft voice, brings a small whimper from him.
Her fingers trail over his skin, he feels a shiver all over. He does not turn around, just accepts a blind-fold as she puts it over his eyes. She trails, first her fingers, then her kisses and her tongue down his neck...slowly. Over his shoulders, down his back, then up again. It feels endless. He shivers with desire. Each time she goes down his back, she goes a little lower, until her fingers, kisses and tongue reach down to his pants. Her fingers move lightly around to the front, feels the heat as she unfastens his pants, easing them off slowly. He feels her soft breath as it brushes warmly over his back, his ass and thighs as she removes his pants. She guides him slowly to the bed and lays him down. He can feel the cool rose petals on his skin as his naked body crushes them. He can hear her breathing softly as she bends over him to give a slow, lingering kiss which softly continues down his neck.
She is at his stomach now, leaving kisses, sweetly stinging nips and bites, to melt into the skin below his navel. She takes her time, slowly exploring the length of his body with her mouth and hands, making him quiver and gasp, enjoying her attentions. He feels her soft breasts against his skin, her hard nipples dragging across his body, the feather touch of her hair as she moves over him. He is hard, aching for the touch of her mouth and hands, but she stays away from the throbbing area. He feels her mouth everywhere else, against the soft flesh of his thigh, teeth nipping softly here and there, ticklish as she teasingly sucks on his toes.
He reaches out with his senses and absorbs the atmosphere, the smell of the incense, the soft music and the heat of her tongue on his body. She takes a small heavily coated chocolate donut in one hand, grasps his throbbing erection in the other and holds it carefully. Slowly she slides the ring over and down until the head emerges, coated in the rich dark chocolate. She removes his blindfold and he looks down quickly to see the chocolate spectacle gracing him.
She licks her lips slowly as she gazes at her dessert. “mmm. Delicious”.
His eyes move up to her face and he sees the look of anticipation and the mischievous smile. She gazes deeply into his eyes and says, “Now this is how this dessert ought to be enjoyed!” and returns her attention to the sweet scene before her, wondering where to start.