Dessert First, a smutty chapter

It’s sunset— the warm gold beams pour through the windows across my apartment. String lights and candles lit about the rooms. And the record player is on, spinning Fleetwood Mac. I’m standing in front of the mirror in my black lingerie glancing at myself, moving with the music, grazing my fingers like a feather over my smooth skin, making it shiver. I pick up the blue sundress laying on the back of my desk chair, put it on, and slide my feet into my kitten heels.

I hear a knock on the door, open it up, and it’s him. Jamie, standing there smirking the side of his full lips, looking at me with his piercing blue eyes, and holding a small bouquet of pink roses. I say, “Hi Jamie, come in…” and he crosses the thresh-hold in one stride, picking me up swiftly, wrapping one arm under my legs, and the other around my waist, carrying me over to the kitchen counter, and gently tossing the flowers to the side. My heart rate elevated in sudden excitement, he kisses me once, deeply— twice, with his tongue teasing my mouth, and says, “Hi there, Claire” smiling softly. A smile that makes me melt even more into him. Holding me, his hands move across my body, my waist, shoulders, chest, and grasping the back of my neck keeping my mouth close to his. I moan with desire, and when we pull away for a moment to breathe I give him a flirtatious look… “I thought we were going to have a romantic dinner.” I say, and he responds with a smirk, “We will, but we’re having our dessert first”.

Sharing a wicked glance, he teases me by tracing his fingers beneath the hem of my dress, and tapping my clit over my lingerie. I gasp, breathing out a sigh into his ear, my eyes closed, cheeks flushed, leaning back on my hands against the counter. I can feel my flower opening and soaking through my lingerie as he’s touching me— he moves my underwear aside and puts his index finger inside me, looking at my face with curiosity, observing how I respond. “Mmm yes, Jamie— what do you want to do to me?” I ask him. He sighs, and gently moans over how wet I’m getting for him, and tells me, “I want to kiss your flower, your sweet, wet flower”. I nod in excitement, and he bites my lower lip as both of his hands graze over my thighs and hips, until he gently, slowly pulls my underwear down away from my body, dropping it to the kitchen floor.

He pulls the straps of my dress down over my shoulders and reveals my bra. Unclasping it, and exposing my breasts, he starts sucking my nips— nipping them while smiling a sultry smile— making me moan and twitch with desire, kissing my breasts down to my naval where his head disappears under my dress, pulling me by the ass closer to the edge of the counter, until his lips just barely touch my flower, his hot breath making me quiver in anticipation. His tongue tantalizes me, my flower throbs, soaked in wetness— His smooth and soft lips cover me, sucking me as I throw my head back, my body arching with pleasure.

He goes on for a while like that— teasing, torturing me— until he adds his finger into the mix again leaving me in raptures; feeling deep inside of me… he adds another finger while kissing and sucking my clit. I can see his hand moving in and out of me, his tongue licking and flicking, tasting me— looking up to my face with those sharp blue eyes. He tells me, “cum for me Claire, I want to please you” —he sucks me, kisses me, moves his hand faster— I moan, squeal, breathing heavily, until my body becomes overwhelmed with tremors of pleasure. My breath catches, and I tense with an orgasm shooting through me and my veins like an electric current. I can feel my muscle tighten and relax again and again around his fingers, my clit swollen under his mouth. His eyes watching me like a hawk as I finish climaxing… he smiles flirtatiously, and blows a cool breeze onto me— I shiver and smile back relaxed, filled with joy…

He stands up, pulls me close, and kisses my mouth deeply with content. We both smile, and my cheeks flush once again. I feel his hard, big member against me, through his jeans, and my stomach flutters with longing. He picks me up by the waist then, and carries me over to the living room as I kiss his neck and talk dirty into his ear, “I want to feel your hard member in my throat, big daddy”. He moans and replies, “I want to feel the back of your throat and choke you back baby”. I smirk at him, my hands resting on his broad shoulders, my body held against his, and he helps me slowly slide down until my feet touch the ground. I look up at him, he looks down at me, and I touch the hem of his white t-shirt allowing my fingers to graze across his lower abdomen. I lift it up, he raises his arms until it’s just over his head and he tosses it aside. I stand on my toes and kiss him. Our tongues dance with desire for more.

While he kisses my neck, I trickle my hands down his body to his jeans, and unbuckle his belt. After unzipping, and while I kneel to the ground, I pull his pants and briefs down with me, and shove them aside. His hard member faces me, and I feel myself fill with wetness like rain in a pot. I reach my arm up to his chest and give a gentle push, prompting him to sit down on the couch. Once sitting, I rise up slightly so my ass points up to the sky, grab his huge member with my slight hand, and lean in to kiss him. He slaps my ass, and I moan— then he touches my breasts as I turn toward his ear and whisper, “lay back and relax… let me take care of you now”— he smiles and says, “thank you, my sweet Claire”…

I smile up at him as my hand grips his member, and I move it up and down until I lick from the base up, kissing the tip. I spit on him while looking up into his eyes, and then cover him with my mouth. Using my hand up and down at the base, sucking the middle up to the top, kissing the tip, moving my fingers over and around a few times. “You are perfect, Jamie, I love kissing and sucking you” I tell him while looking up at him, just before I cover him with my lips again and have him enter deep into my throat. I reach up with my free hand and grab his hand, leading it to my head— he reads my body language, and holds my hair away from my face, using it to help control and dominate me. I like this. It only makes me feel wetter, dripping over the thought of him inside of me… my throat expands as I push my head closer to the base of his shaft, and gag a little over him being so big, with my throat only being so deep. He pushes me gently in response as I gag and choke a little more moaning over how sexy I feel giving him what he desires, what I desire to give him.

He allows me to lift my mouth, and I suck up to the tip and kiss the head of his hard member. I moan, groan and sigh with delight, as I continue the rhythm, while he says, “that’s right Claire, keep going sexy girl… I want you to beg for me to fill your tight little flower up with me”— I reply, “as you wish Jamie”, and continue sucking him up and down, my hand helping as I spit and suck over and over. I start moaning higher pitched moans, quivering in my throat. This goes on for a few minutes. I need him now though!— He either needs to climax inside my mouth now, or immediately go inside of me. I choose the latter. I tap his thigh with my fingers lightly, and he lifts my chin slightly to look up at him. He breathes deeply, staring at me. My mouth covered in spit.

I look at him, teasing the tip of him with my tongue, kissing up and down his member… I say, “Jamie, I crave you, I need you inside me, now, please… give yourself to me?!” He smiles, obliges, replying, “yes, I can do that for you, is that what you need Claire?”— “mhmm” as I nod, “It’s exactly what I need, Jamie” I say.

In that moment, Jamie lifts me up off the ground and pulls me in to sit across his legs. He kisses me, then pulls my dress up and over my head, and throws it to the side. He then spits in his hand and rubs me all over with his fingers, “you didn’t even need my spit, baby— how wet you are for me” he says— “because of you, you made me so” I reply… he smiles groaning softly with desire. He puts each of my legs on either side of his on the couch, his hard member ready for me. His hands hold my waist as I slowly wrap my wet flower around him, making my way down his member. I gasp over how big he is inside of me, how he fills me up, going deeper and deeper.

He looks at me, into my eyes with wanting. I’m in raptures over how he looks at me, how great he feels inside of me, how good it feels with his hands wrapped around my waist, moving them up and down my back. As I feel out a rhythm, I start moving a bit faster up and down his hard member. We both moan, groaning with euphoria. He helps me move up and down as my breasts bounce along for the ride. My hands hold his neck and shoulders as I arch my back, I smile, my hair falling curly and wild behind me— I’m having so much fun. I lean forward again and kiss his lips, as he holds my ass and starts thrusting hard from beneath me. “Mmm yes, Jamie, hard, just like that!” I tell him. My mouth opens in awe, and I feel a rise within me, like a firework shooting up into the sky, “don’t stop, please, just like that!” I say, and then I can’t breathe for a moment, I just feel my heart race, the firework erupts, and I climax— My flower throbbing, tightening and loosening around him….

He smiles at me, kisses me, and says, “I’m not done with you yet baby— I want to get you there again”… I smile, and tell him, “have your way with me then”… he picks me up off of him, slowly, I feel him come out of me, and I twitch with pleasure— he stands as I turn kneeling on the couch with my hands resting on the back cushions and look up at him. “I want to take you from behind, and dominate you” he tells me. I respond with, “I was hoping you would” and wink at him with an alluring smirk. He pulls my hips against his hard erect member, and I feel him tap my pink swollen flower with it. He slaps my ass at the same time, and I let out a sharp high-pitched moan. I burn for him. I hear him spit and feel a stream of his saliva trickle down me. He rubs it in softly, and then slaps my flower with the tips of his fingers.

“Take me Jamie, love my warm wet—!” Before I could finish my sentence he slips himself inside of me— deep inside of me, and I gasp with ecstasy. My knees on the couch, my torso and hands gripping the top cushions, Jamie holding my hips against him, thrusting inside me— I look back at him and smile. “Yes, even more” I plead. He starts slow, deepening himself, melting more into me… until he humps me, leaning over me, his head resting on my shoulder. One hand holding my waist, the other reaching around to my flower, gliding over me like he’s picking the strings of a guitar. I moan, wailing at this point, and he groans, moans and grunts softly into my ear. He then grabs my hair, and pulls me up so my back and jaw are arching back towards him— while he’s gently, consistently screwing me from behind. He whispers into my ear,

“Are you enjoying this?” He asks.

“Yes, yes I am” I reply…

He asks me, “do you want to finish for me, Claire?”

I say, “yes, I want to”…

I squeeze around him as he’s finishing me from behind, and then he let’s go of my hair, and I slowly lean forward as his hands hold me around my body. I breathe deeply and let out loud moans I don’t know what to do with as he groans and breathes behind me, until I feel a finale of fireworks rise, sweet and colorfully inside of me. Time freezes and my breath catches once again— but this time for many, many moments— “Don’t stop, I’m finishing, Jamie— climax with me!” I whisper out. Suddenly I hear him moan, exhaling with great ease, and I feel him explode deep inside of me, like a dam breaking— melting into me, warming up my flower with ecstasy even more…

We breathe deeply, smiling and lightly laughing with gratification. He slowly pulls out of me, and sits down on the couch next to me. We lean in and kiss each other deeply, our tongues slow dancing on cloud 9. He lays back on the pillows smiling softly, legs sprawled out in front of him as I stretch out my body along the length of the couch, my head resting on his legs. He grabs my hand, and we lay there together. Our heart rates slow…our breathing balances out once more… we lay there for a while as the moon rises, and Fleetwood Mac fades out in the background.