A Taste of Him

There’s been a lot going on in my life. So you can understand that I’ve been craving certain things which I have not had time for. How much I long for a taste of him, to bring him pleasure, to hear him call my name when his control slips …

The sound of a key being inserted into the lock of the door jolted her from her reverie, her head lifting from where it rested on her elbow as she curled on the couch. As the key turned she rose from the couch, smoothed the material of her babydoll down and shook out her hair. The handle twisted, the door opening, and she met him on the threshold. He held her back when she would move forward, his dark eyes taking in her form. He liked when she dressed for him, and the new baby doll looked good on her curves, the cups pushing her breasts high and the skirt barely covering her centre. He saw a hint of lace beneath the fluttering hem, and smiled. He liked lace.

The hands that had held her at bay now pulled her closer, a hand at her back forcing her body flush against his, the other sliding up into her hair, wrapping the silken strands around his fingers and gently tugging. Her face tilted up to his satisfaction, he grinned and lowered his head, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Her lips parted willingly beneath the skilled stroke of his tongue, which slid deeper to entice hers into a slow dance. He walked her backward as they kissed, guiding her step by step toward her bedroom. Fingertips curled in the material of his shirt, her small nails digging into his chest as she gripped in an effort to keep balance, her small feet stepping fast.

The bedside lamp was lit, the soft glow just enough to allow him to see her as he broke the kiss. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly in her excitement. Her hands trembled lightly as she adjusted her grip on his shirt and lifted it, going up on her toes and stretching to be able to pull it off him completely. The material had barely hit the floor before she was working at the fastening of his trousers, her lips finding his in another kiss, fueled by hunger and desire. His hands swept over her lightly, following the curves of her body from her breasts down and around to her arse. His fingers dug into her soft flesh as he cupped her, filling his hands with her bottom, stroking her soft skin. Having succeeded in undoing his trousers, she hooked her fingers in the band of both those and his boxers, and slowly pushed down.

Gently she eased the material past his hardened cock, and when she could reach no further, she lowered herself to her knees. Her lips left his slowly, and he looked into her eyes as she sank down to kneel before him, dragging his clothes down with her. Breaking his gaze, she turned her attention to his feet, removing his shoes and socks and setting them and his trousers away from her, until he was completely naked before her. The featherlight touch of her fingertips started at his ankles before moving higher, drifting over his calves, the backs of his knees to traverse his thighs, dancing from the outer sides to the inner, where she knew him to be sensitive. He watched as she leaned closer, the pointed tip of her tongue coming out to slide slowly over the tip of his penis, carefully and thoroughly exploring his flesh. Her eyes drifted shut as she closed her lips around him as well, adding light suction to the intimate caress of her tongue. For the first time he made a sound, a low groan cutting through the silence of the night.

All too soon her sweet mouth left him, and she was rising to her feet. Slender arms snaked around his neck as she kissed him greedily, her tongue seeking his to dance and play. Her body arched into him, the soft material of her dress sliding against his skin, against his erection, and he grew harder still, returning her kiss with fervour. As her hands pressed against his shoulders, turning him toward the bed, his own slid down her body , lifting the hem of her dress to stroke her belly before sliding slowly lower. Fingertips passed over the top of her panties, the lace soft beneath his touch as he moved lower, only to encounter bare flesh, hot and slick with her arousal. He paused a moment before sliding his hand up and down slowly, exploring the edges of the crotchless panties she wore. She moaned softly, angling her hips to him in demand for more. Happy to oblige, he rubbed his fingers the length of her slit, his palm pressing down on her clit. The shudder that rushed through her body exposed the pleasure and need she felt, so when she pushed at his chest, he went willingly onto the bed, settling on his back, propped up by her pillows.

For a moment she stood at the end of the bed, looking him over; the three day growth on his face, the muscles of his upper arms, his large hands. Her eyes lingered on the scar on his abdomen, the one he had never told her the story of, and then moved down to his long legs. Finally she let her gaze fall upon his cock, long and hard, jutting out from between his thighs. She licked her lips slowly, and crawled onto the bed to settle on her knees between his legs. With one hand resting either side of his hips, she slowly leant up and over him, until she was looking him in the eye, resting on all fours. The kiss they shared was slow, deep, languid, their tongues curling about each other in an erotic dance. Unhurried, she finally broke away to begin her exploration, her lips drifting leftward, down the line of his jaw to nuzzle his ear and lower, to rain soft kisses over his neck.

When she moved to lavish the same slow attention on his right side, he raised his hands and slid them over her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples through the material of her babydoll. He felt the vibrations of her pleased moan against his skin as her kisses moved down to his chest, her mouth covering one nipple as her tongue played. His hands closed tight over her breasts, his body arching slightly as she nipped at him and suckled gently, bringing surprising pleasure to his body. After long moments she moved across his body again, sharing her caresses equally over his flesh. As she explored with her mouth, her fingertips drifted lower to curl around the base of his erection and squeeze lightly, causing a moan to leave his lips and his shaft to jump in her palm.

With her tongue lashing at his nipple and her hand beginning to glide agonisingly slowly along his cock, he found his control slipping. No longer satisfied with only being able to touch her breasts, he rose up, grasped her thigh and pulled her around, lifting her leg to slide over his and turning her partially toward him so that she was more accessible. She moaned protest as she was pulled briefly away from her ministrations, then settled back in. Immediately his hand dove between her parted thighs, seeking out her centre. His fingers skidded over her soaked skin, so wet she was that her juices were trickling down her thighs. Lightly his fingertip flicked over her swollen clit, back and forth until he was rewarded with a loud moan, her forehead resting on his chest as a shudder rushed through her.

Not to be distracted from her goal, she squeezed him within her palm, smiling at the rough groan that escaped him, his hips thrusting upwards, his cock sliding in her grasp. She stroked him again, letting her rhythm pick up speed, and as she did so he worked two fingers into her, thrusting them deep into her clenching pussy in a matching tempo. Soon the room was filled with sounds; his harsh breathing, her moans, and the wet slap of his fingers within her. When her control threatened to slip, she pulled away from him and slid down between his thighs, out of his reach.

He watched her intently as she nuzzled his thigh, nipping at him and soothing the wounds with her tongue, all the while her hand working his cock. Pre-cum beaded on the tip, and when her thumb swept over the wetness she lifted her head and licked it clean as he watched. She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with arousal and mischief, and ever so slowly slid the flat of her tongue over the tip of his cock, collecting the drops of pleasure that leaked from him. His body shuddered, and she felt the muscles of his thigh tense beneath her hand. From the look on his face, she had him where she wanted him.

Only when the tension left his body did she move forward to suck him slowly between her lips, her mouth travelling down the length of his cock and holding him deep as her tongue danced along his shaft. His eyes drifted closed and a groan rumbled from his throat at the feel of her warm mouth encasing him. When she drew her lips slowly toward his tip, sucking softly all the way, his cock jerked and pleasure cascaded over him. Gently she suckled on the head of his cock, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside before swirling around the top, collecting more of his pleasure to taste. She purred happily as she swallowed those drops, and sucked him eagerly into her mouth once more, her lips sliding down and up over and over again as she settled into a slow, deep rhythm designed to drive him wild.

With each pass she took him deeper and deeper, until she could take him all and caress every inch of his flesh with her soft lips and warm tongue, pausing every so often to lavish extra attention on the head of his cock, swollen with arousal and leaking pre-cum continuously into her mouth. Her hand moved from where it rested on his thigh, slipped down slowly to allow her fingertips to stroke his sac gently. As she cupped him in her small hand, she felt his large one wrap once more in her hair, gripping so tight as to almost be painful. Aware of his heightened sensitivity and arousal, she allowed him to guide her movements, his hand urging her mouth faster along his cock as his hips thrust to meet her.

Her fingertips played with his balls gently, stroking, cupping and squeezing lightly, as her other hand began to move. The caress of her nails started lower on his leg and dragged slowly upwards, tracing the length of his side, over his stomach to rake softly across the expanse of his chest. She tweaked his nipples, rolled them between thumb and forefinger, flicked them with her nail until another groan escaped him, then swept her hands over his body as far as she could reach.

His hips thrust faster, harder, working himself between her sweet lips as he felt his need rise, his pleasure spiralling out of control. He loved the way she focussed on him, loved that she drew such pleasure from exploring his body. She moaned around him happily, her nails digging into his flesh and raking down from his chest. The vibrations rushed along his shaft, and his body tensed, going rigid beneath her touch. Immediately she opened her eyes and looked up to see his face. Her lips tightened on him and she sucked greedily, drawing deep on him, and she sent him hurtling into the peak of pleasure.

He throbbed, swelled, pulsed as he released jets of pleasure into her mouth. She felt every beat between her lips, heard the harsh groan that let loose as his body shuddered violently with sensation, his grip in her hair stronger as he held her perfectly in place. And as he came for her, came because of her, she closed her eyes and moaned softly, revelling in his taste as she swallowed him down. When the height of his pleasure subsided she caressed him more gently, her tongue darting lightly over his cock to clean up the last drops of cum. Still he shook, even as he untangled his fingers from her hair, and all the while she kissed her way back up his body to nuzzle his neck. His chest heaved beneath her, his breathing came in ragged bursts, and he grinned lazily as he turned her face to his and kissed her sweetly. For a long while they lay together, wrapped in each other’s warmth and unwilling to move.

Long fingertips drifted along her body, slipped between her legs to find her hot, molten. Rolling atop her, he settled his weight on hers, taking her lips in passionate kiss, ready to partake in his own exploration.