Written By: Jenne
Dave found himself licking his lips as his eyes savored the delights that were laid out before him. This was a treat that she allowed him but once a year and he intended to enjoy every tasty moment. For over an hour she had made him wait, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. His tongue circled his lips once more, as they had many times in that hour, the saliva pooling in his mouth at the aroma that met his nostrils. Then without warning she signaled that he could begin. With all the reverence he could muster, he set about his task.
He was acutely aware that she could take away his tasty morsel, at any time, but also knew better than to rush as he began to gently guide his tongue across her surface, gingerly tasting the sweetness that it held. Each new sensation caused his taste buds to tingle. Next he tentatively began to explore her many layers, each seemingly having a slightly different taste but that complimented the other perfectly. Her moisture was evident as his stokes became more urgent. He resisted the urge to dive in and simply enjoy the taste of her. He had learned long ago that she was something that deserved and commanded to be savored in all her glory.
He took a larger swipe with his tongue, her sweetness mingling with his own saliva, creating a delicious taste that was simply indescribable. The sweetness of her, mingled and danced on the edge of his tongue, tempting him to go deeper, to take more. He pulled back afraid of losing control. She had a way of putting him over the edge and this was no exception. He took a moment to allow his tongue to circle both his lips and his teeth, allowing himself to be pulled back from the eagerness that threatened to over take him. He inhaled deeply, smelling the sweetness that surrounded him, before dipping into the honey pot once more.
This time he was a little more aggressive with his tongue. Delving a little deeper into her soft folds, tasting her sweet delights and allowing the tastes to dance across his tongue. She in turn crumbled beneath his tender touch. As he reached her center, he could taste the cream that it contained, the taste more salty that sugar, a beautiful contrast to the sweet taste that filled his mouth.
At this moment, the moment that he had captured her he glanced up and their eyes locked and she spoke,
“Happy birthday Hun! You look like you enjoyed your cake!”
He nodded as he watched her opened her legs and revealed her own sweet folds to him. “ Who says you can’t have your cake and eat it?” Where the words that danced around his head as he pushed the sweet cake to one side and dived into her with a renewed appetite, but this time for her pleasure.
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