Naughty, sexy erotica...
"Edible," a sex story by Christine Gauthier
It was embarrassing, to say the least... It had only been a lunch date, and as he leaned in to give me a gentle kiss goodbye, it fell off. Right on the ground. To make matters worse, I had been so turned on by him it was wet.
We both stared down at it for a moment and I was sure my face was turning a bright shade of pink. Yet all I wanted to do was push his gorgeous face down between my legs and give him desert.
He slowly turned his face towards me, and in his deep rumbly voice asked me teasingly, "What's that?"
I quickly bent over and scrunched it tightly in my hand. "Nothing." I couldn't believe the most expensive thong I had ever bought had just broken and landed on my doorstep.
He reached forward, gently taking my tight fist in his hand. "Can I keep it?" he asked, his voice so low and his eyes staring deep into mine with such intensity I thought any minute my sweet juice would be dripping down my legs, especially now that I was naked beneath my thin dress.
All embarrassment was erased in that moment as my hand opened and he took the thong and shoved it deep into his pocket. In a second his lips were on mine, devouring me with his warm wet kiss. His tongue slipped gently between my lips, and as it danced around in my mouth, I knew I wouldn't be walking in the house alone.
I don't remember how we got in the front door, or who closed it behind us. All I remember is groping each other with mad desire as we made our way to my living room floor. His cock was bulging through his pants and as I rubbed him firmly, feeling for the zipper, his deep voice moaned with such pleasure I felt my pussy throb.
We slid to the ground, his lips making their way down my neck. He quickly pulled on the thin straps that held up my dress, gliding them down over my firm tits. I could barely wait to feel his tongue on my nipples, so hard, rising and falling with my deep breaths.
His teeth gnawed gently on them and I cried out. It was too much. I thought my pussy would explode before he would even have a chance to taste me.
I grabbed for his pants, undoing his button and zipper quickly, desperate to release what I could already feel would be big and hard. I slid down, my mouth inches from his cock. It was beautiful, smooth, bald, hard. I licked him slowly, starting at his balls and ending at his tip. He was so sensitive to my tongue that each flick sent his body reeling.
But he wasn't in the mood to play too long. He moved down so his face was at mine again, ripped my dress off in an instant. I lay there naked, wet and so hot I could hardly speak. I managed to whisper, "please."
He smiled at me and began to move down my body with his tongue. He stopped barely an inch above my smooth wet pussy. His tongue danced around, getting closer with each movement, until finally he began to lick at my hard little clit. My back arched and I moaned so loudly I was sure the neighbours would hear. He pushed his tongue deep into my pussy, then brought his wet face up to mine.
We shared my juice, our mouths devouring each other, fighting for every last drop.
"Please....fuck me now," I begged.
He smiled at me again, and I could feel his hips positioning his cock. I opened my legs as wide as I could and he slid in with such desperate force we both let out moans of ecstacy.
He fucked me hard, and just as I thought I would cum he pulled out. He moved his face down and his tongue took over again. He fingered me while he licked at my clit and suddenly waves moved over my body. My pussy clenched down on his fingers and I kept moaning "fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."
As my cum was almost spent, he moved again, shoving his hard cock back inside me. He pounded hard and I began to feel a second orgasm. That had never happened before and he knew it by the look on my face.
We came together, hard, clawing feverishly at each other, trying to make it last but exploiting every feeling for all we could.
As we lay on the floor, regaining our strength, I noticed he was getting hard again. I leaned over and wrapped my mouth around him. It was time for round two.
The next time we came home from a date, he came in the front door, smiling wickedly at me. He turned me around, lifted my skirt, and ripped off my new thong.
He spun me back around to face him. "Time for desert."
Originally published April 2007 - "Dirty"