Alter

Amuse-bouche : Part V

* The term 'amuse bouche' is French for "mouth amuser"—think complimentary little bites that chefs send to diners at the start of their meal. (Extract of Kitchen Language, Michelin Guide)

[Amelia's POV]

Andreas slowly lowered me until my legs were entwined at his waist. Once he held me tightly grabbing my ass, he walked to the living room giving me pepper kisses. I was still in a pleasant daze. Putting me down he turned me around to release the halter strap from my dress.

"I've been wanting to do this all night." And he traced the path of the dress with his hands.

"Was it worth the wait?" I ask wrapped in caresses.

"Totally and more. I love the way you lose yourself while I drink you up. That was quite a thing I might say." His stare was wild, and his knowing smile was captivating.

"It was all my pleasure. And since we are talking about that, will you let me do what I also crave?" My words sounded more like an order.

"Everything you want, Sweetheart."

He took a few steps back with his arms extended. In total offering, eager to be used. And I wasted no time to accept his shameless offer and set my hands to undress him slowly. His bare chest emanates a scent of masculinity that filled all my senses. I had to stop and touch him, I needed to know that this was all real. My sex was already throbbing with anticipation, if this was just with his torso, I need to know how absurd my reaction will be when I have all of this man naked. As soon as all his clothes were out of the way, I gently pushed him, forcing him to sit on the sofa. He looked me up and down full of lust. Savoring the sight.

I got down on my knees.

My intentions were clear. He smirked and started to stimulate himself, preparing for me. My mouth turned to water, and that was not the only thing. Leaning forward-looking into his eyes I took a finger, just one, and ran it from his root to the tip. He was in suspense at the expectation of my next move. Following every movement. Once my finger was at the tip I looked where he still held his hilt. We locked our eyes, my expression reflected that I was waiting for him. Understanding, he let go. When I finally had that strong pole, erect, juicy, plump, thick, veiny, pink almond hard funnel, gleaming. impatient, throbbing. I engrave every inch of such a rich and mouth-watering dish; I tilted it towards him to also have access to the scandalous sack that contracted in his desperation to be spoiled. I stuck out my tongue and with a steady and calm lick, I went from his hilt to the tip, as if liking the most expensive chocolate, tasting every inch of the wonderful delicacy.

He was smooth and soft, inviting to be swallowed like there is no tomorrow. I took small bites, sucked gently, at times rough as he watches, and get harder with such a show. He was almost at the limit, eager to feel my warm mouth.

I was also reaching my limit, but if he wanted to dive deep, he would have to sweat it.

"I didn't know I was going to have a second dessert, and that it will be so hot." I held it, liking my lips.

"Oh Sweetheart, I already lost count of how many desserts I have eaten and how many I will eat."
I surprised him slightly sucking his tip."

Be ... cauuuuuuuse. Ahhhhh! Don't even think I'm done with you." He whistles through clenched teeth. At that moment, a droplet shines on the tip of his delicious length.

It was too much, hypnotized by his stiff and beautiful extension, I leaned forward and sucked on the smooth crown once again, but this time properly. And just like that, without anticipating, I buried it in my mouth. Oh God, it was delightful, soft, hard, meaty ... and with every suck, my mind went up to reach outer space. Andreas was tense, lips parted, head tilted back. Spread legs, very tight thighs and hips rocking back and forth. It was all a divine image.