Touch me

Whip

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It has been three days since I met Eric at the club.

I left his house that morning and we haven't seen each other since.

Sighing, I made my way to my fridge. Nothing but a block of cheese and some mayonnaise.

Looks like I have to go grocery shopping. Again.

I got in my car and drove myself to the closest whole foods.

Who knew there was so many types of broccoli? Maybe that's a Brussels sprout... "Hello Ashley." I was brought out of my thoughts by an all too familiar voice.

I turned to see my ex. Matt. AKA douche#1.

"Matt." I acknowledged him and turned back to the broccoli.

All of a sudden his body was pressed against my back.

I turned and put my hands on his chest to push him off, but his hand snaked around my waist and held me to him.

"Get off of me Matt." I told him, my mood darkening.

I wriggled around in his hold, trying to rid myself of him.

He ignored me and tightened his grip, "I want you back Ashley." I could see the lust in his eyes as he looked down my shirt.

My mind started to panic, I feel so disgusted. I looked around the aisle but it was completely deserted.

"I don't want to be with you Matt. Ever." I told him. I don't want to anger him. When we were dating, he always had an anger issue.

He leant forward so his tuna breath fanned over my face, and I tried to turn my head to the side to escape but his hand grabbed me and forcefully made me look into his eyes. "Don't fight me Ashley."

My body went rigid and tears threatened to spill. He was so close to kissing me.

"Hey! Is everything ok over here?" A voice demanded. Eric. "Ashley? Is that you?"

Matt whispered in my ear, "This isn't over." He pulled away and smiled at Eric, "It's all good man." He gave me a pointed look and walked away.

He disappeared from my sight.

"You okay?" Eric questioned me slowly, as if I was unstable. That's when I noticed I was shaking.

"Take my mind off it. Please." I looked at him desperately.

He smirked, "In that case I have brilliant idea... Wait outside, I'll be there in one second!" He ran off into another aisle, leaving me beyond confused.

I made my way out of the store and didn't bother buying any groceries.

A couple seconds after the brisk air hit me, Eric was back at my side grinning.

I got in my car and followed him as he asked until we both pulled into his driveway once again.

He carried a brown paper grocery bag and I couldn't seem to figure out what he needed so desperately.

Once inside, he pulled my body to his and I ran my hands over his sculpted chest and abs.

His talented tongue collided with my jaw line and he nipped and bit at my sweet spot on my right side.
A throaty moan escaped my mouth and my hips grinded into his on their own. His hands slid up my shirt and rested on my bare waist.

I placed my hands in his hair and shoved his mouth onto mine in desperate need. Despite my attempts, he kept the kiss slow and torturous, slowly drawing back and brushing his bottom lip on my top one ever so slightly. And although his mouth was light, his hands had a different idea. They moved up my sides before kneading my breasts and pinching my taut nipples through my bra.

Angry with his teasing, I crashed my lips onto his and battled with his tongue. Thankfully, he didn't object and matched my passionate kiss.

Both our shirts were discarded along the hallway as we made our way to the bedroom.

I spun us around before he could lay me down, and pushed him down, breaking our connected lips.

He watched me with lustful curiosity with his elbows bent and holding him up. I crawled slowly on to his body so that I was straddling his figure and I started kissing his chest.

My tongue swirled around his nipple and licked a bold stripe down the middle of his abs. I kissed his naval while looking up at him through my eyelashes. He groaned and flipped us over quickly. His lips found mine and his greedy hands ripped my shorts and panties off at the same time.

He got off the bed and searched through his drawer for a couple of seconds. I let my pointer finger draw little circles over my sensitive nub.

He came back with handcuffs and my eyes widened.

"Trust me."

I nodded. I did trust him in some weird way.

He tied my hands to the headboard and stood back to admire his handywork. My pink pussy glistened in between my open legs and I could see the bulge in Eric's pants.

He left the room and all my core was throbbing, but I couldn't touch it to get some relief.

I needed Eric. Now.

He came back holding the grocery bag. He undid his pants and pulled his boxers down so I could see the full amazing length of his cock.

He pulled some strawberries out of the bag and started to decoratively place them around my stomach and breasts. The cold fruit made goosebumps form along my skin and the thought of what he was gonna do next had me dripping.

He then took out a can of whipped cream and created figure eights around the strawberries. As an afterthought he sprayed some just above my needy core.

My hips wiggled and my back arched in an attempt to get some contact from him.

All of a sudden his tongue collided with my skin just below my left breast and he started licking the whipped cream off. His tongue felt amazingly cool and hot at the same time, sending shots of joy towards my core.

He enveloped the strawberry into his mouth. He continued to eat the strawberries and cream all over my body, paying special attention to my nipples and breasts. Once most of the cream was gone, he licked from the valley in between my large full breasts down to the last dollop of cream; exactly where I needed him.

He quickly lapped the cream up and looked back up at me, "Now it's time for the real dessert."

His mouth attached to my throbbing clit and he lightly bit and pulled. I let out a muffled scream at the long overdue contact. His tongue licked around my entrance and then pushed it's way inside. The sensation was overwhelming and it was heightened with my restrained body. His mouth worked wonders inside me, thrusting in and out.

His hand rubbed my clit at the same time causing my back to arch and my core to thrust to meet every time he moved his mouth.

His assault continues and my hands ache to bury themselves in his hair.

Pressure began to build up in my lower stomach and Eric didn't stop until the pressure became too much for my body and I hit my high. The feeling was overwhelming and I let out a scream.