♥ I got this idea from a friend of mine, and it was a welcome change from the more serious, intense vein I’ve been writing in lately. Enjoy in good health ; ) – X
Milagros threw her handbag on the side table by the door. Her keys tinkled alongside his in an earthenware bowl.
“Amor, come into the dining room!” Her boyfriend cried from the kitchen. He sounded excited.
As she walked down the narrow hallway, she smelled garlic, onion, and the perfumed odor of meat cooking in wine. Her stomach gurgled in her belly – she hadn’t eaten anything delicious for days. It was almost summer, and she wanted to lose a couple of pounds before bikini season.
When she walked into the dining room, he had set the table with candles, fresh flowers, and wine. Chicken escallopes, smashed potatoes, and fresh green beans with almonds and lemon steamed from their plates at the table. Her stomach lurched so sharply with hunger it felt like it was kicking her from the inside.
“Corazón, it’s beautiful, but-” she started, but she held her tongue. The novelty of living together hadn’t worn off yet, and she was too embarrassed to mention her diet.
“But what?” His 80-watt smile didn’t falter.
She wrapped her arms around him and he nuzzled the side of her neck. God, the feel of his stubble on her skin never failed to make her nipples hard.
Her cheeks were hot with blood. “I have a confession to make.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m on a bit of a diet. You know, for summer?” Her voice sounded unnaturally high at the end. He wrapped his hands around her waist and smiled at the fact that his fingers could touch if he actually squeezed. “It’s not my waist I’m worried about,” she said. She slapped one of her thighs and looked toward the table again. “That looks so fucking good, but I think I can only have the green beans if I plan on not cheating.”
She expected him to be upset, but he just shrugged and walked into the kitchen.
“You know what? I figured as much. When I ordered a pizza a couple of nights ago and all you had was a plate of steamed veggies and an Ensure, I knew you were up to something.”
She heard cabinet doors and drawers opening and closing, and he came out with her favorite drink, a vodka soda. He even knew she liked an extra twist, so there was a huge lemon wedge laying in the ice on the winking surface of the drink. He led her into the living room.
“Sit. Enjoy.” He kissed her temple as she kicked off her heels and sunk into the loveseat. She was truly the luckiest woman in the world. He slapped his hands together like he always did when he was getting down to business.
“Since I suspected that you might be on a diet, I also planned for a special salad – arugula, paper-thin sliced fennel, pears…”
She held her hand up and laughed.
“I’m sold! You know how I love to try new things.” She squeezed the lemon wedge into her drink and stirred it with her finger. When she lifted her finger to her mouth and sucked it dry, he could hardly wait to get back in the kitchen.
He turned on some music and gave her another kiss. “Relax. I have to make the salad fresh, so I’ll be in the kitchen for a couple of minutes.”
“I’ll help you.”
He put his mouth next to her ear, and his nostrils quivered at the smell of her perfume mixed with clean sweat.
“Don’t you even think about it.” He wrapped a hand around her neck, and the other one slid into into her bra and squeezed lightly. The ice in her drink cracked. “I want to do this for you.”
She nodded and sank back onto the sofa.
“Enjoy your drink,” he said, and disappeared into the kitchen.
She tucked her feet underneath her and took a healthy gulp. He’d poured her a generous double, so after only three sips, the light in the room already shimmered pleasantly. She could still feel his hot hand print on her breast, and her belly fluttered. She got up and looked at the iPod screen – she’d never heard the music before, and it didn’t sound like anything he liked…but she loved it.
How did he know her so well? Sometimes he was preternaturally thoughtful.
She pulled her skirt up and started to dance around the small living room, swishing the light fabric around her hips and humming along to a lady singing in Portuguese. When she walked to the stereo to turn it up, he wrapped his arms around her and tugged at one of her suspenders. It snapped painfully, and he pressed his hand into her thigh and squeezed over the new welt.
“Are you hungry?” There was a familiar growl in his voice that he only had when he was aroused, and he’d conditioned her body to react – she was instantly wet. She tried to turn around in his arms to kiss him, but he slid his hand into her panties and tweaked her clit. “Let me feed you.” Her drop earring rattled against his lips.
“Mmm, go right ahead,” she said, and caressed his cock over his pants. He was semi-hard, but he still plucked her hand away and led her to the table. There was a beautifully cut plate of salad with a bowl of glossy, pale green dressing on the side. He sat down and patted his lap.
She sat down, eyeing the salad hungrily. It was studded with walnuts and tiny bits of gorgonzola – it looked so tasty she temporarily forgot about love. She picked up the salad fork and was about to spear a juicy slice of pear when he shook his head and plucked the fork out of her hand.
“Uh-uh. I get to feed you.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not a toddler, you know.”
He waved her attitude away and dipped his finger in the dressing. “You have to try this.”
She wrapped her lips around his finger before the dressing could drip and sucked his finger clean. It tasted of fresh tarragon and scallions with a slight lemony tang, and it was glossy with good mayonnaise. There was something underneath the herbs and the garlic though – something familiar, yet hard to name.
She dipped her own finger in the dressing bowl. It was absolutely delicious.
“What is that…white truffle oil? Anchovy?” she asked.
He shook his head as he poured the dressing over the salad. She grabbed a loaded arugula leaf, popped it in her mouth, and chewed it with her eyes closed in culinary ecstasy.
“Close, but no.” He speared a mouthful of salad and waved it in front of her mouth. “Open wide.”
As he fed her she started to feel giddy, as if the drink she’d just had had gone to her head all at once. The crunchy texture of the nuts and the arugula and the fennel went perfectly with the juiciness of the pears and the creaminess of the cheese, and the dressing tied everything together sensuously with its earthy hint of… something.
She giggled as he cleaned some wayward dressing from her chin and slid his finger into her mouth. Her panties were soaked. As he fed her another bite, she slid her fingers underneath her underwear and rubbed her clit. She moaned deep in her throat, and her tongue flicked out to lick some dressing from the corner of her mouth.
“Fuck, that’s delicious,” she said, but he couldn’t tell whether she was talking about the salad or something else. She suddenly pulled her fingers out of her panties and pressed them into his mouth.
“Iz’zat good?” She felt drunk, but she couldn’t tell whether it was the drink, or him.
He started to undo her suspenders. She picked up the small empty dressing bowl and licked it clean as he pulled off her panties. He smiled mischievously and plucked the bowl out of her hands.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” She nodded with her eyes closed. He pushed the salad plate aside and pulled her to standing.
“Now you get to feed me.”
He sat her down on the table in front of him and spread her legs. She arched her back when his stubble brushed the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs. He sighed his warm breath on her, then licked her clit.
He rubbed his hands up and down her stockinged legs, then spread her cunt lips open and looked at her. She was tan on the outside, but deepest, silkiest rose where it mattered most. He swore he could see her tender folds pulsing just like he was.
He had a certain way of eating her out. Although she might’ve thought that he did the things that he did exclusively because she loved them and they made her come, it was not entirely true; he did those things because that way, he could taste her best. Just looking at her spread open made him dizzy with lust – he could only catch a hint of her earthy musk, but it was enough to make his mouth water.
He licked her clit until she squirmed, then sucked it into his mouth. It never failed to surprise him how quickly her tender little pearl swelled and tautened in his mouth. He sucked and licked her until his chin was wet with her juices, and the smell of her arousal sharpened. Then, his tongue moved from her clit down to the opening of her cunt, where she dripped down to the tablecloth. His eyes rolled with lust underneath his eyelids – she was salty, but not too salty; musky, but not overpowering.
In a word: perfect.
He licked back and forth between her clit and the opening of her pussy until she trembled and raked her fingers through his hair. Sweat pooled in her belly button.
What in the world did she want to lose? he asked himself as she squeezed his face with her firm thighs. Her inner thigh muscles tightened and loosened against him, so he knew she was close. He always waited until then to finally slide his tongue inside her, and his mouth would always burst with eager saliva because of her unlikely sweetness. As he slid his tongue in and out of her, he tasted generous ocean saltiness and the suggestive scent of truffle musk underscored with a hint of the perfumed sweetness of honeysuckle nectar. He couldn’t help closing his eyes and thinking of all of the ways he wanted to taste, touch, and invade her as he tongue fucked her.
Her thighs squeezed around his face and her cunt clenched around his tongue as she came, and his mouth was filled with another intense shot of musky saltiness that made him groan into her pussy flesh. She sat up and pulled at him so he’d stand up, but he remained between her legs until he’d lapped up every single drop of her.
“Uh-uh. I’m not done yet,” he said, and unzipped his pants. The head of his cock was mauve and taut as plum skin.
She caressed his balls and tried to get down from the table. “Come on. Let me have a taste.”
He unzipped her dress to expose her tits. Her nipples were still hard from her orgasm, and he teased them as he pushed her back down onto the table. He lifted her knees almost to her chest and looked at the plump lips of her cunt seep wetness as he pressed the head of his cock in between. She was already so sensitized that just the feel of his cock rubbing against her lips made her pussy tighten in warning.
“If you won’t let me taste you, I want you to do something for me,” she said. She was already breathless.
He raised his chin.
“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”
That he could do. He slid halfway inside her, and his toes curled at her tightness. “Are you ready?”
“Don’t ask permission, damn it!” She spread her legs and tugged at her nipples.
He slammed his cock into her, and she started to tremble. Her eyes opened wide.
He nudged the back of her pussy and her mouth opened into a silent O. He looked down her body with half-lidded eyes and licked his lips at the sight of her – she had everything to arouse his appetite. Hair stuck to her neck and temples in dark sinuous curls with the sweat that dripped down the narrow valley between her breasts, which bounced pertly with each stroke. Her nipples were brownish rose with blood but too matte, and he was tempted to lick them wet but he didn’t because her cunt was plump and glossy, shockingly pink around his surging cock and he didn’t want to risk ruining their rhythm. She sucked and squeezed at his whole shaft so deliciously it was sensory overload, and he imagined semen rising in his cock like sap. His balls throbbed once, and he pulled out until he saw the purple head of his cock against her pinkness.
He pulled her off the table and she fell to her knees and took him into her mouth. She swallowed him whole, and her deep groans vibrated up his shaft and made him explode. She whimpered and caressed his balls as he came in her mouth.
Suddenly, she let out a particular loud “Ummmm!” and grabbed his hips. She looked up at him and her eyes danced. When his cock stopped throbbing, she squeezed every last drop of come out and licked the head. He leaned against the table as his heartbeat slowed back to normal.
“That special ingredient in the dressing – it wasn’t anchovies, was it?” She tickled his naked belly and giggled.
He rubbed his hips against her flushed cheeks. “Not even close.”