Orgasm Served Up

I walked into the living room and spotted Dave on the couch, reading a book. There was an immediate lightness in my chest but I kept my focus on him. My “getting off” plan was underway. I sauntered over, removed the book from his hands and sat on his lap.

“What is up with you?” he asked.

“You’ll figure it out.” I leaned back and rested my head on the arm of the couch and he stroked my arm. He leaned over further inspecting me and touched my forehead.

“What’s this?” He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together testing the substance. His eyes lit up. “Let me see your fingers.” Hearing the slight tremble in his voice, I offered up both my hands. He lifted them to his nose and inhaled. I loved the expression on his face when the clues registered. A grin couldn’t get much bigger.

“Ah, babe, you didn’t?”

“Oh, but, I did.”

“Well, what can I do for you?”

“I want your undivided attention and a big, juicy orgasm.” He glimpsed at the clock on the wall. He acted fast like I expected he would. Pushing me up off his lap, he stood.

“I’m going to undress you, properly.” He pulled me to my feet and standing in front of me, his nostrils flared. Butterflies flitted around in my midsection. He held my gaze as he unbuttoned all my buttons and then dropped my blouse to the floor. My temperature rose. This man’s attention was like an unknown sexual element that maneuvered on its own terms. But I could activate it.

“No bra.”

“And no panties.”

He ran his finger from the tip of my chin to my throat and my breathing stuttered. I rose up on my toes to accept every touch. When he spread two fingers out between my breasts, he traced my skin south over my belly button and then lower. When his fingers went inside me, the circuit connected and I craved his mouth on me. I rolled my finger around my nipple and then popped it in my mouth, sucking. This man took suggestions so well.

He leaned in and licked my nipple. “Oh, my God, what have you done Jamie?” I chortled as he latched onto my nipple and nipped me. I stroked his shoulders and held him tight as he lavished both nipples. My hands dipped into his pants and squeezed his tight ass. He thrust his pelvis forward and I pulled him closer to feel the erection I knew was there. He checked the clock again.

“Pants off now,” he said.

“Not so fast. Take off your shirt.” He pulled his tee shirt over his head and I nuzzled his chest taking in his scent and letting it work its magic for me. I swirled my tongue around his nipples and lightly sucked.

“Your nipples taste better you know,” he said.

“Yeah, but only to you.”

My breasts cradled below his chest squirming against him. He unsnapped my pants and eased them right down my body.

Naked, I met his gleaming eyes and smiled. I reached out to unfasten his jeans but he stopped me.

“I got this. You are the focus.”

“I’m glad you have your priorities in order, but maybe I want some of you for me?” I cupped his crotch and rubbed up his length. He ran his open mouth and teeth on my neck. I gasped. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to free his penis.

“Come on Jamie, back to the couch.” He sat first and pulled me on him. His hands were everywhere reminding me of sensations I loved.

With my back sprawled out on top of his bare chest, Dave’s hand cupped my pussy and then gave me a sweet slap. I vibrated. After he tested my wetness, he slid his fingers over my clit and he worked me over. His lips nuzzled my jawline as his left hand clasped my neck, holding me in place. The pressure was just right. This man understood my body and what made me tick.

My full hands delighted me, his hard cock in one and my soft breast in the other. I kneaded both. Our in sync motions pushed me to the brink, but I held off coming. Drift. Build. Hover. I wanted my orgasm with his reaction, so I waited in pleasure filled lust haze.

When the anticipated aroma filled the room, it was sweet and seductive. I detected it before he did, and I smiled. I recognized the second it hit his nose and as intended, it spurred him on.

“Ah, baby, damn, it’s good,” he said.

I pinched my nipple and squeezed his cock as his frenzied motions on my clit, on my jaw, and the pressure on my neck combined for a robust, juicy orgasm. I pumped him to orgasm just as the timer buzzed.

“I better get up,” I said.

“You sure, I don’t mind.”

“No, I got this.”

“Hey, was that a new cinnamon glaze on your nipples?  Is it on the pie?”

“Oh, my apple pie lover, I can’t get anything past you.” I sashayed to the kitchen envisioning my next pie move. Dave didn’t have a clue about the orgasm that would be served up.

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