Daryl Dixon - Norman Reedus Imagines/Smut

Taste - N.R Smut

"Can you taste the wood flavours of the oak barrel? The floral textures?" the wine attendant asked but you could only taste the wine flavour and it wasn't that great. The wine tour had been a gift for your third anniversary and it wasn't going so well considering you prefer bourbons, whiskeys and scotch to wine any day. You caught Norman's eyes over the table and he crossed his eyes at you enjoy making you spit the flowery wine across the room. "Wanna get out of here? I know a few things that I can give you that will taste much better" he whispered and you nodded, you thanked the wine people and made your way outside to where your car was waiting. "Just gotta stop of at the store first to get a few things" he said as he took the driver seat. He stopped at the store and came back with a paper bag that he wouldn't let you peek inside which only made the anticipation mount. You got in the house and he set down the bag on the table, you eyed him hungrily as he gripped your shirt and lifted it up and over your head, tossing it to the floor and then you did the same for him except you scraped your long nails up his stomach which was an instant turn on for him. Pants and underwear went flying, your bra hooked on the lamp but you didn't care, you could pick them up later. "Alright, now you get on your knees and open your mouth" he said huskily and you complied and the first thing he drew from the bag was a silken blindfold, how naughty. He made sure it was secure and you couldn't see before he gave you the first thing to taste - it was smooth and creamy, definitely chocolate. "Is it chocolate?" you ask feeling confident in your answer, "It is chocolate, what about this?" he says placing something else in your mouth with a spoon, it's very light and fluffy and melts in your mouth "Is it whipped cream?" you ask and he sighs, you've gotten it right again. "What about this?" he asked and you feel something very familiar slide into your mouth. His length slides into your mouth and you close your mouth around him, sucking vigorously until he let's out a groan which incites you to take what you cannot take in your mouth in your hands, pumping him in time with your sucking. His hands twist in your hair and helps you keep rhythm as you flick your tongue over his tip making him gasp before taking him in to the back of your throat making him moan your name. You know he's close, he's trying to be polite and pull out of your mouth but this little game is all about taste isn't it? The blindfold is pulled from your eyes and you look up at him, seeing his face look down at you with such adoration and lust you know he'll be a mess when you're done. You continue looking into his eyes when you feel his manhood twitch in your mouth and you pull out a little and he pours his molten seed all over your tongue. You feel it slide down your throat and taste the salty sweetness of his cum, you make a show of licking up every drop that slid down your chin while Norman watches you in reverence as if you were a true flesh and blood goddess come to earth. "That was literally the hottest thing I've ever seen" he manages to say as you finish off your "snack" and get to your feet. "Now you owe me" you whisper in his ear as you walk past to grab the bar of chocolate lying on the table to take a bite. With Norman's filthy grin you know you won't have to wait long before the favour is reciprocated.