Chapter 16 #3
Lapping her nipple with my tongue, I moved my hand to the other and squeezed it. Her hips rolled faster against my dick.
“Yosiah,” she struggled out.
“Your body is just as vocal as your mouth. When you’re turned on you become an open book.” I rasped.
“Yeah?” Another gasp left her mouth.
“Yeah.” My dick throbbed and my balls grew heavier. “It’s like I’ve got my own personal porn star at home. You always smell so good too.” Kissing up her chest, my face nuzzled her neck.
My hand continued fondling her breasts, teasing and massaging her nipples. “They, they’re sensitive, be careful,” she stuttered.
Kissing my way up the side of her neck, I flicked her lobe with my tongue. Her body jerked and quivered.
“You like that?” I asked, kissing the spot right under her lobe before bringing it into my mouth. I’d never taken the time to learn her body, but the more I touched her, the easier it became to find her hot spots.
“You can say that.” Her hands went to my shoulders and she gripped tightly. My hands now rested on her hips as I lifted her, preparing to lower her onto my dick. The moment her pussy made contact with my dick, she stopped me.
“Wait, wait,” she struggled out.
Pulling her body back, she panted heavily, gazing at me as if I were a pack of meat.
“I need...” Her eyes darted behind me. “Thirty minutes. Give me thirty minutes.” She swallowed hard.
“Thirty minutes?” I questioned slowly, my lower stomach burning with desire.
She jerked a nod. “Yes.”
Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself up and brushed her forehead with the back of her hand.
“I need you to stay out here and not come in the room until right at twelve.”
“What? Why would I do that?”
“Just trust me. I have one more surprise for you, but I need time to prepare it.”
Xylina didn’t give me time to respond. She left the bath and walked behind me to the bedroom.
“I’m closing the bamboo screens so you can’t peek!” she told me, referring to the roped bamboo privacy screens currently open to display the room from the bath area.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watched her ass bounce as she walked. Xylina paused just before she got to the opening and looked over her shoulder at me.
“Remember no peeking!” Winking and flashing me a smile, she turned and continued for the room.
Knowing Xylina, there was no telling what she had up her sleeve. Nothing was ever simple or small with her. So if she insisted I stayed out here for the time being, I was sure she was going to attempt to blow my mind.
To pass the time Xylina needed, I ended up catching up on some emails and texts on my phone while I waited. I had gotten out of the bath and was currently on the couch when I noted the time.
“Guess it’s time to see the big surprise,” I mumbled, standing and taking the few steps that led to the bedroom opening.
My phone vibrated in my hand as I bypassed the privacy screens, pushing them to the side.
I froze as soon as I was on the other side and my phone dropped.
The main lights in the room were turned off, only the side panel lights near the bed were on and dimmed.
Music played softly, gold thirty-five balloons floated at the head of the bed along with gold and black circle balloons on each side.
Lined up at the foot of the bed, on the bench, were five gift bags, with one of the five senses listed on each bag.
None of that was what caught my attention though.
Xylina, naked, spread out in the center of the bed, had made herself my own personal sundae.
Slowly, I stepped closer, my eyes locked on hers. The sound of my heart pounding against my ribcage could be heard over the music playing. I was rarely lost for words, but in true Xylina fashion, she’d managed to do it.
Once at the bed, I eyed the treat in front of me.
My dick bricked under the towel I wore. My pulse hummed through my veins.
I wasn’t sure how she’d managed this alone, but Xylina had whip cream sprayed on each of her breasts and the top of her mound, with strawberries planted on top of each.
Sloppily written on her stomach was Happy B-Day in what looked like caramel sauce.
“A cake was too boring, don’t you think?” My eyes darted up to her face. She had her head propped on her open palm and a smile on her face.
Swallowing hard, I licked my lips slowly and ran my hand over my head.
The last time I had someone go above and beyond for my birthday like this was when I’d turned thirteen and it was my parents.
After that, I felt like I had outgrown parties and major celebrations.
Even when I was with Sierra, it was never like this.
We always did something together to celebrate and she would buy me a gift.
It was never anything that blew me away like this since neither of us were into dramatics.
“Once again, you never cease to amaze me.” My words came out thick with lust, blood fired to a fever pitch and a knot of emotions burned in my center.
“Happy birthday, hubby. Time to enjoy your dessert.” My mouth watered. Never taking my eyes off her, I grabbed the towel from around my waist, yanking it off and tossing it to the side. I had already gotten rid of my trunks when I got out of the bath.
Climbing onto the bed, I hovered over her, breathing heavier, mouthwatering.
My heart hammered in my ears. I’d never been too big on sweets, but I was itching to taste her, to devour her.
My breath hitched as I watched Xylina reach down and grab the strawberry from the mountain of whipped cream on her mound, bringing it to her mouth.
First she brushed the cream over her lips before sucking it seductively.
Her eyes fluttered and a moan fell from her mouth when her teeth sank into it.
I watched the juices from the fruit run down her chin.
Taking the bait, I lowered my mouth to hers and hungrily took it.
The kiss became feverish and sloppy quickly.
The rest of the strawberry swapped between us.
The kiss was sweeter than anything ever shared between us.
It felt as if fire erupted in the room as the kiss dragged on.
Swiping her lips one last time, I moved down, dragging my tongue, collecting the juices left from the strawberry and smeared whipped cream.
Her breathing quickened as I moved downward.
Part of me wanted to take my time, the other part wanted to leave no inch of her skin untouched.
It had been a long time since I’d felt this turned on.
With the tip of my nose, I brushed over her collarbone.
The remaining scent of her body wash and whatever perfume she’d put on before dinner invaded my nose.
Whatever it was, was the perfect blend of sugar and spice.
It was sweet with a smoky undertone. I placed one hand between her thighs, pushing them apart and brushing over her lower lips that were already soaked with her essence.
A tremor shot through her body when I spread her lips and pushed a finger inside her.
Moving my mouth lower, I came face to face with the hill of cream on one of her breasts.
First grabbing the strawberry, I took a bite before bringing it to her mouth.
Her lips wrapped around my fingers and she sucked the remainder of it into her mouth and flicked my fingertips with her tongue.
My dick jerked at the motion. No longer wanting to wait, I dropped my head with my mouth open and took the fluffy cream along with her breast into my mouth.
Xylina cried out and pushed her chest into my mouth as I lapped the whipped cream with my tongue. It started to melt, causing a mess on her chest and my chin, but I didn’t care. I had pushed a second finger into her and swiftly moved them back and forth.
One of her hands curled around the back of my head while her moans grew needier.
She writhed and trembled under me. Not wanting the other breast to feel neglected, I gave one final suck before shifting to the other one.
First taking the strawberry into my mouth, I chewed then went for the whipped cream.
I was like a man possessed—sucking, licking, and biting her breasts.
Whip cream smeared mixed with juices from the fruit and my spit.
Xylina cried out and arched her back deeply when her first orgasm came from my fingers.
“Can you take another?” I gritted, slowly working a third finger inside her.
“Oh God!” she whimpered, clenching her walls around my fingers.
“Bite my nipples harder. Harder, please!” she begged shamelessly.
Her insides felt like a flooded sauna. I worked my fingers and continued my exploration of my treat.
The caramel was sweet on my tongue. Her stomach quivered and clenched the more I sucked the sauce from it.
“Yes, right there.” Xylina trembled. The grip her pussy had on my fingers tightened as she came for the second time. My dick was painfully hard at this point, begging for a release.
“Even with three fingers in you, you’re still so fucking tight.” Pulling my fingers from her caused her to whimper again. I lifted my hand and brought it to her mouth. She eyed me under low lids. Her lips parted and her breathing stuttered. Her cheeks flushed brightly.
“You look so beautiful sprawled out like this.” My eyes trailed down her body, taking in the mess I’d just caused. Her chest was marked up from my teeth and sucking.
I brushed my finger over the lingering caramel and brought it to my mouth. “Mmm, I don’t know which is sweeter, you or the caramel.”
“I want you inside me,” she expressed breathlessly. With a shaky hand, she reached out and grabbed my dick, but I yanked back.
“Not yet,” I told her, moving so I was now between her legs.
“Yosiah!” she whined, thrusting her hips upward.
“It’s my birthday, right? I want to take my time opening my gift.
” Lowering myself so I was on my stomach, I grabbed her legs and pushed them forward.
Her swollen clit peeked through her soaked lips.
Her pussy was smooth and begging me to taste.
Moving in, I inhaled her essence, brushing my nose over her sex and kissing it softly.
“C’mon!” she cried, placing her hand on the back of my head and attempting to push it forward. I chuckled and kissed her pussy again, this time allowing my lips to linger briefly.
“Why does it feel like you’re enjoying this more than me?” I expressed before dropping my head and nipping the bottom of her ass cheek.
“Because you won’t fuck me!”
Another chuckle fell from my mouth. “So impatient, Xylina. We need to work on that.” Going back to her lips, I gave them another kiss then used my tongue to collect her juices. Her legs jerked in my hold.
“More,” she demanded, pushing my head again.
Deciding that was enough teasing, I got serious with the task at hand.
I felt like a man starved as I sucked and licked her sex.
My tongue invaded her hot tunnel, pushing in and out of her until she was a quivering mess.
Not wanting to miss a drop, I replaced my tongue with my mouth and greedily drank her juices.
Pleasure rushed through me as her moans intensified, overshadowing the music still playing in the background.
Releasing her legs, they dropped with a thud. I returned to her opening and my mouth went to her clit. I wasted no time spreading her lips and using my tongue to stimulate it. The whipped cream dripped from where it had splashed her legs and started to melt.
I got lost between her lips, sucking and licking her juices until she was a writhing mess under me, begging me to stop. Eating pussy was a talent I didn’t get to partake in frequently but enjoyed doing.
Grinning, I sat up and licked my lips, giving her a once over. My hand went to my dick and I stroked it slowly, using my precum as lube. Now that she had gotten off a few times, it was my turn, and my dick was begging for relief. So I didn’t plan on prolonging things any longer.