4th Meal

“You play too much.”

“What?” she replied.

“I mean a man can only take so much you're gonna lay there freshly showered, journaling naked? Stop acting as though you don't look like a 4th meal.”

As I walked by to give my towel a tug.

“Finish journaling and stop playing with me,” I say as I get up to leave. “You're so sensitive,” she giggles.

She continues to write, but then she begins to wiggle while she writes, and I'm done.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Keep writing.”

“I can't write with you rubbing on my legs.”

“You can and you will. You played, now it's my turn. You stop writing, I stop feasting. You with me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes Sir.”

As my hands slide at the back of your thighs there's something primal growing within. It's as though I can't wait to get to her pretty pink center. I want it like my next breath, but I pace myself. I disciplined myself because I want to enjoy the feel of your thighs and ass beneath my hands. I want to take in the way you feel and the way you move. Pace yourself!

I can tell this same urgent energy is pulsating in you. Your thighs begin to spread slightly, and my hunger is growing. I see her. Oh, she's so beautiful, so pretty. Ahhh so pink. As I part your ass cheeks, I just need to taste her. Hmmm, you taste so sweet.

I peek to make sure that you haven’t stopped writing. “Hey, you are not writing.”

“But I can’t, not with you-”

“But you will if you want me to continue to-”

“OK, but what am I supposed to write? I can't think.”

“Write what you feel.”

“Yes Sir.”

With that I shift your hips just enough to be able to lay my tongue on your clit. As I gently massage your clit, I can feel your hips writhing. “Are you writing?” I ask.

“I'm writing.”

Hmmm ....With that I lick up and down until I just can't take it anymore and I have to take All of her in my mouth. Hmm... You feel so good. I know that you can feel the vibrations of my moans, but I can't help it. I have been waiting on you.

With that I press further, I press deeper and so does my tongue. I am reaching for the depths of you, and you are reaching back. mmpphh. At that moment I slide my arms underneath your hips elevating you slightly enough to pull you close to me. As I feast on you, I hear you moaning. I feel your hips are grinding. I know you've stopped writing, and I don't even care. I am enjoying the fact that you can’t control your hands to form words. I’m turned on that your mind can't focus, at least not on any coherent thought.

With that I turn you over. As I position myself above you, you look me in the eyes and laugh. What's so funny?” I ask.

“The look in your eye is funny. I don't think I've ever seen that look before.”

“You've never seen a hungry man before.”

I begin to descend and stop right at the nape of your neck. Kissing and licking. I make my way to your breast and then the nipples that have peeked at me through clothing now appear. They are gloriously erect, and they have my full attention. Licking, sucking, pulling I enjoy you and ahhhhh I can feel how wet you are. My hands have not stopped searching your body. Finding places to make you shiver and moan. This playground is amazing.

As my hands parted your thighs I could feel you tremble.

“It's OK, it's OK. I promise it's OK.”

I can feel her pulsating under my fingers. I can feel your clit throbbing. I can tell your heart is racing, not only because of the beating on my fingers, but also because I can feel your heartbeat as I slowly tug on your nipples. With each suck and each pull I thrust my fingers inside you. The melody of your moan dances with the rhythm of your beating heart to the syncopated pocket that is made by your clit. Your instrumentation makes me want to speak.

“Right now, I want you to ride this wave. Feel your fingertips, feel your nipples, feel your ears. Take a deep breath. I want you to come for me. I want you to come all over my hand.”

You barely breathe out a yes and it excites me to no end. As you open your mouth, I say, “You’re cumming so cum for me. I need to feel you cum for me.”

With that there was an eruption that was more thrilling than I could have imagined. Thank you for that gift, thank you for your obedience.

I reposition so that you can catch your breath. I'm sorry to interrupt, but while you’re catching, I need you to catch this dick. In that moment I enter you. Between you whimpering in my ear and the one that I can hear from below. OHHHH I almost exploded, but I held on.

“You feel like a cotton candy smile. I know, I know that doesn't make sense, let me explain. You feel that in-and-out? That's kind of like when they're gathering the candy on cane the stick because the more I move inside of you the more I feel you grab ahold of me. and then hmmmmmmm, that feeling right there. I know how sweet you are and how warm you are. That smile right there, that’s it. See I told you, a cotton candy smile.”

You flip me over and with the look on your face I knew I was in for funishment. You begin to ride me. I close my eyes.

“Baby, open your eyes. Take me in. See what you do to me and make me want to do to you.”

You're right, the site in front of me should not be missed. The way you move your hips like we’re on the dance floor. The way your breasts sit cupped my hand. The way your nipples feel between my fingers can only be experienced, never described.

“I am about to….”

You join me in a majestic release and collapse on top of me. The beating of our chests falls in perfect syncopation playing a lullaby to which we both succumb.