36. Eden #2
A squirt sound follows, like he’s using a squeeze tube, and then there’s a heavy, wet substance on my right nipple. Slightly cold, in the best possible way. My nipple hardens impossibly more.
“Like a little decoration.” Then there’s a second squirt sound, followed by a drop landing on my other nipple. My body wants to squirm from the stimulation, but I do as I was told. I keep still.
“You look…beyond good enough to eat.” His voice is heady, and I feel its weight up and down my body. Being shut off from my sense of sight, and him hovering right by me, amplifies the sensation. “I’m going to taste now.”
I sense him bend down, then feel the warm heat of his mouth right on my nipple.
Ahhhhh.
He sucks the chocolate bead off, a burst of pleasure exploding down my body. He doesn’t leave that breast right away, instead sucking, licking, thoroughly.
It’s so intense, the pleasure, but I fight the urge to shift my chest closer to him. Don’t move, Rosy. I’m his to enjoy, and he has forbidden it.
He finally comes up for air. “Delicious. Sweet like you. Perfect like you.” Suddenly the resistance to moving was worth it.
“Thank you, Sir,” I breathe out.
“Does the other one taste as good? I bet it does.”
I’m so attuned to his movements now that even in the blackness, I feel his mouth inches away from my other nipple before he makes contact.
He brings his lips around my bud, and ohhhhhh.
I want to squeal as he consumes the second ball of chocolate frosting, and again lingers to give that breast equal time.
This time, the bolts of pleasure echo in my core, and I feel myself getting slick. I fight to avoid any movement, as he asked—but my body is craving friction.
He must realize I’m struggling. “You’re obeying me so well. You may move around now, Rosy. Make your little sounds too.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I get another peck on the mouth for that.
“I’m still hungry for chocolate, so we’ll enjoy a bigger serving this time.” The squirting returns, as he layers the frosting in lines across my breasts, the cold stripes once again sending tingles across my skin. “This is a proper helping. I’m going to be here a while.”
He spends the next several minutes making good on his word, devouring every inch of my breasts, returning again and again to my aching nipples. I moan and arch toward him, now that I have permission. The chocolate is long gone when he’s done, my breasts wet from his saliva.
They’re not the only part of me drenched. The slight tingling between my legs from his first few sucks has become an overwhelming need. My bottoms soaked, my legs shift uncomfortably as the want between my thighs grows.
Now that he’s not distracted by the chocolate, he seems to pick up on my needs. His hand lands on my lower stomach. “It’s time for my next dessert. A reward for how perfect you’ve been, and my favorite too.” He moves down my body to the top of my panties. “These are going to come off.”
“Yes, Sir.”
They’re gone a beat later, and he swings my legs outward. Next thing I know, he’s sitting down on the outdoor rug, in between my thighs.
“I already know I love how you taste, so I’ve been looking forward to this all day.
” There are two faint sounds like he’s folding his glasses, the temple tips clicking against the rim.
“Now, Rosy, you may come. I can tell you’re desperate.
Don’t hold back, I want to feel that soft, pretty pussy quivering against my face. ”
My cheeks heat over the fact that I’m so transparent, but I nod.
The darkness from my blindfold keeps me from seeing what’s coming, but a split second later, he closes the gap to my center, and his mouth licks up my seam.
“Ooooh, Sir…” He gives a pleased hum at my sound, before flicking my clit with his tongue, then does it again. And again. It’s just enough contact to make me yearn for more. I lift my hips as I catch onto his rhythm, chasing more prolonged attention on my clit.
He chuckles. “I like you eager. Only I decide how fast we go, though.”
A few more flicks, and a whimper flies out of me. Stop, Sir decides. That thought is not enough to stem my cries as he takes the next lick.
“Those sounds, you’re so responsive.” He must decide I’ve had enough teasing, because the next time he’s between my legs, he sucks hard.
A spike of ecstasy shoots through me. “Oh my God…”
He doesn’t come up or speak. Instead, he’s relentless on my clit, like he’s really being nourished by the little cries I’m making. Consuming me.
Knowing he said this was my reward, I ease toward my climax, enjoy the suctioning feel of his mouth, the flat of his tongue rubbing against me.
I’m getting close, about to come when he escalates further—slipping three fingers into my pussy, then curling them inside me.
The pleasure is so intense, I arch half an inch off the couch.
When I come a few seconds later, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The intensity of being unable to see what he’s doing, my senses heightened, this man in charge of what’s happening to me.
The whole encounter is pure bliss.
One I’ve only felt with him.
It takes a while for me to come down, resettle. The shakes linger. His hand softly soothes the side of my thighs until I recover.
When I do, my blindfold is still on, and he brings my legs back on the couch. “You’re incredible, Rosy. Best dessert of my life.” His voice is smooth and steady.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“It’s time for another first. Aftercare.”
The word helps bring my awareness out of the haze from my orgasm and into everyday Eden. Aftercare is another key part of this process I researched too. A way to make sure we, particularly me, recover to a healthy emotional and physical baseline after pushing our boundaries.
He kisses my temple, and I sense him stand straight up. “I’m going to remove the blindfold. The sun is almost set, but take it slow opening your eyes.”
The cloth comes off a moment later, and I blink my eyes. The skyline is washed with pretty blues and yellows, dim enough that I can handle it. Out of the corner of my eye, he’s putting his glasses back on.
“It’s okay.” However, my body feels like a noodle.
He must’ve picked up on that because… “I’m going to carry you to the hot tub, okay?”
That sounds like a delight. The carrying and the hot tub. “Mmmhmm.”
As he lifts me up, I shut my eyes again, resting my head against his bare chest. Once we’re next to the water, I can hear the whirl of the engine making the bubbles. He must have turned it on earlier.
I crack open my eyes, and he’s stepping us into the hot tub. “I’m going to place you in the water slowly.”
My feet hit the water first. It’s warm but a comfortable heat. “It feels fine.” He responds by dipping me down more, until I’m sitting on a step, positioning my back to a jet.
“Still good?” He pushes his glasses in place as he looks me over.
“Yeah, it’s nice on my back.” I hold out my hand and smile at him. “Come here.”
He grins. “Oh, I’m going to.” He settles right next to me, our bodies touching along our sides.
His hand comes over to my knee. “I put a water on the corner there. Can you drink it for me?”
I do as he says, and when I’m done, he takes the bottle. I’m cozy where I am, but curious if he has anything else planned, I glance his way.
I get the answer a second later. “I’m going to put you on my lap. It’s to take care of you more, not anything else.”
“Sounds good.” I’m actually grateful he’s being so thoughtful about this part.
He lifts me on top of his thighs, and I can feel his stiff erection bobbing against my back. But he said this part is about my aftercare, and he seems to be ignoring it, so I do too.
He glides his hands up from my hips to my shoulders. “I’ve never given a massage, so tell me if you like this.”
He starts rubbing me with his fingertips, and he isn’t bad for a novice. I start melting in the hot tub for different reasons. Who knew Connor could be so sweet?
“This feels amazing…Sir.” I don’t know if I’m supposed to use that nickname during this part, but his pleased grunt in reply confirms he likes it.
Then he moves his hands up my neck. “Is this too much?”
I shake my head no. His gentle motions, as I get to enjoy the colors of the sunset, are glorious.
Then he moves his hands up to my scalp. It might be the most luscious experience of my life. But it’s so calming, I’m worried I might nap on him here in a second.
“Sir…I…this is amazing, but I might fall asleep. Can we go back to the apartment?”
He kisses the back of my neck. “Yes, if you prefer. I brought towels.”
Ten minutes later, he’s carried me down to the olive couches in the condo, taking a second trip to grab our things while I lounge.
Wrapped in a plush, blue towel, right where I want to be.