Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Freddy
Chocolate mousse was cold.
Not nearly as cold as ice, but it was still cold. His skin flinched away as Mistress Camille dropped a dollop on his stomach, though she followed immediately with her warm tongue, swiping the dessert from his skin and teasing him.
“Mmmm… that’s delicious.”
“Glad you like it.”
He groaned when she dropped another dollop, this one closer to his groin. Close enough that her breasts brushed against his erection as she leaned over to lick him clean. Her low chuckle of amusement at his sexual frustration made him even harder.
Scooping more mousse up with her spoon, instead of dropping it onto him, she set the spoon on its edge against his stomach and slowly dragged a line of chocolate across his chest and down his stomach to the base of his cock.
Leaning over again, she slid her tongue along the same path, licking him clean while he arched beneath her.
Fuck, that felt good.
He shuddered as her mouth moved closer to his cock, her curls brushing against him, followed by her cheek as she lapped up the last of the mousse.
The hot, wet sensation of her tongue licking up the cool mousse, the closeness of her head to his dick, was enough to drive a man wild when she kept brushing against it without giving him any more stimulation.
He jerked and cried out when she applied some mousse to his balls. If it felt cold against his skin, it felt even colder on the sensitive sack. His headboard creaked as his muscles flexed. Her warm tongue licked and teased until all the mousse was gone… but she didn’t stop there.
Freddy moaned as she sucked his balls into her mouth, rolling them with her tongue, sending the most delicious sensations shooting through him. His toes curling, he panted from the sensations as his cock throbbed with need as her curls brushed over the length.
Cold mousse slid over his shaft, a thick dollop decorating the head.
Releasing his balls from her mouth, she slid her tongue up the shaft, lapping at the mousse until she reached the head.
Wet heat engulfed the sensitive tip of his dick, her tongue exploring the mushroom head before she slid her lips down the shaft.
“Fuck! Mistress!” He writhed for her, unable to keep completely still as she bobbed her head.
Several long strokes with her mouth, then she pulled away, examining his cock to make sure she’d gotten all her dessert. Then she turned to meet his gaze, her dark eyes gleaming.
“Okay… your turn.”
His eagerness to please her, to pleasure her, had grown with every passing moment, and he nearly dropped his glass of mousse on the bed. Taking a deep breath, he managed to get a hold of himself. He wasn’t going to impress her by fumbling about.
Mistress Camille laid back on the bed, in nearly the same position as he had but used her hands to prop up her head, not to hold on to the headboard. Despite her hardened nipples, wet pussy, and the heat in her eyes, she looked relaxed—something he was determined to change.
His erection ached and throbbed, still slick from her mouth, but he knew he wouldn’t be getting satisfaction there any time soon. He didn’t even need it. His first and foremost thought was to give her what she needed.
What she deserved.
“Start with my breasts,” she murmured, nodding her head at the bountiful mounds.
“Happily, Mistress.”
Her eyes gleamed, lips curving upward as he knelt on the bed beside her and dropped the mousse onto her breasts, using the spoon to ensure a healthy amount covered the hard buds of her nipples.
She made a small sound as the cold metal and dessert touched her skin, her eyelashes fluttering at the sensation.
Leaning forward, Freddy began to worship her with his tongue, licking all the mousse from her skin while focusing on giving her as much pleasure as possible.
His cock bounced beneath him, heaving, throbbing, and wanting, but it didn’t matter.
He had a deep need to ensure she came first. In every way.
Sucking the mousse off her nipples took much longer than necessary… but he was just ensuring he got every last bit. She moaned, her fingers threading through his hair, stroking his head in encouragement. Not that he needed any.
This was everything he wanted.
“Now my pussy… but not in it.”
Because sugar wasn’t good for pussies. Freddy wouldn’t have, anyway, but he didn’t mind the reminder. He’d been in the scene long enough—and on social media often enough—to know people put all sorts of things inside themselves out of ignorance.
“I can work around that.” He winked at her as he shifted on the bed.
She laughed at the terrible but entirely appropriate, pun.
By working around it meant he spread the chocolate mousse all around her opening—across her mound, on her outer labia—worked around both her pussy and her order not to put any inside her vulva.
All the while, he teased her, heightening her pleasure as he licked and sucked.
Occasionally, his tongue delved between her lips to lap at the sweet moisture there before returning to clean the mousse from her delicate areas.
Once all the mousse was gone, he didn’t move away. Pressing in, no longer constrained by where the mousse was, he made her entire pussy his dessert.
“Oh, yes…” Her hips lifted in response, pressing her wet folds more firmly against his mouth, her grip tightening on his hair as he worked his tongue back and forth. Flicking it over her swollen clit, he slid it between her labia and dipped into her hole before doing it all over again.
She undulated, her hips rocking against him, pressing herself against his mouth, until suddenly, her grip on his hair tightened to the point of pain.
“Get up here.” She growled the words, tugging at the same time. “I want you inside me.”
No argument there. Freddy followed her lead as she pulled him into position, his hands on either side of her, cock pressing against the wet heat of her pussy. She moved her hips up and down, sliding her wetness against him.
“You’re going to fuck me hard, and you’re not going to cum until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Fuck. Freddy’s muscles tightened as he thrust forward, burying himself inside her. The slick, wet heat that wrapped around his cock was pure heaven. Being on top wasn’t something that happened often, but the truth was, the position didn’t matter.
They both knew who was running the show.
Camille
Lifting her hips to meet Freddy’s thrust, Camille slid her free hand down his side, her other hand still gripping his hair as he moved inside her.
Her entire body was humming from all the teasing and his talented tongue.
As he moved inside her, stoking her pleasure, building her arousal to higher and higher heights, she could feel her muscles quivering and clenching around him.
“Oh, yes…” Her hand curved over his ass, squeezing as his muscle tightened, his cock driving home inside her. She pressed her finger against the crinkled opening between his cheeks, teasing it and rubbing it, igniting the sensitive nerves, and he cried out as he thrust harder and fast in response.
“Mistress!” He leaned forward, pumping between her thighs, her finger pushing inward despite the lack of lubricant, setting him off his rhythm. He groaned, filling her with his cock and rubbing against her swollen lips and clit, sending her senses soaring.
“Yes… there… right there…” Like a good sub, he kept moving in exactly the way he had been, giving her just what she needed, as ecstasy billowed up and explode through her senses. Just before the passion swallowed her under completely, she managed to gasp out, “You may cum.”
Freddy cried out, his hips rocking against her as the waves of her climax rolled through her.
She could feel him throbbing inside her, his orgasm joining hers as they moved together.
Wrapping her legs around his, she held him close, the hand that had been in his hair moving down to grab hold of his other cheek, as if she could pull him deeper inside her.
Floating on euphoria, she shuddered as the last of her orgasm tightened and released.
Her pussy clenching and relaxing, she milked Freddy of his cum until he collapsed atop her.
Gentling her grip on his ass, she slid the tip of her finger out of him and used her other hand to stroke her fingers along his spine.
Both of them panted for breath as they came back to themselves.
“Fuck…” Freddy pressed his forehead against her shoulder, shuddering again as a mini-orgasm wracked him. He shrank inside her but didn’t move away, as if he wanted to be as close to her as possible for as long as possible.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said, laughing softly when he lifted his head and gave her an incredulous look. Then he shook his head, smiling.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He shook his head again, his blue eyes dancing with happiness. “Is it too soon to say I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you?”
Camille’s breath felt like it had been sucked away as she stared up at him, completely flabbergasted. That had been one of the last things she’d expected him to say, and her mind went completely blank. His smile faltered, though he pushed it back up, trying to hide his disappointment.
“Ah, too soon, huh?” he joked, except it wasn’t really a joke.
“No! I mean, no it’s not too soon,” she hastily clarified. “I just wasn’t expecting it, and I have sex brain right now—you can’t ambush me with new information when I’m still on the orgasm cloud.”
The sparkle was back in his eyes.
“The orgasm cloud?”
She scowled at him.
“I can still give you a Valentine’s Day spanking,” she threatened, and he laughed. He started to roll off of her, but she caught him, holding him in place right where he was. “For the record, I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you, too.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really. How could I not? You’re basically perfect for me.”
His smile widened.
“Funny, I feel the same way about you. Like my whole life got better when we met.”
That made her laugh. It sounded ludicrous—they’d met, then immediately had an issue with their respective clients—but it was true. Her life had gotten better from the moment she met him, and it seemed like the upward trajectory was still going. She’d stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop.
There was no other shoe. There was just her choice to embrace happiness. To give herself permission to be herself and do the things she needed to do. Part of which she’d learned because of him.
Camille pulled him down for another hot kiss. Dessert didn’t have to be over yet. It was the perfect way to end Valentine’s Day.
Freddy was the happily-ever-after she hadn’t thought she would ever get.