My hand scoops into the pie dish once more, and I am spreading the cool mixture over his cock from head to base. My hand swirls around the top, coating it extra thickly, and swooping down to the base to cup and caress his balls. I make a big show of licking my fingers, and look up at his handsome face. He is watching me, his expression dark and eyes cloudy with desire. I draw him forward and lick daintily at the head, just removing a touch of pie from here, there, the eye, the side, his firm balls, underneath. My tongue dances all over him, licking a glob from here and there, teasing him. I swirl it underneath, cleaning the base and move below to clean his balls gently, breathing warm air on them and feeling the tickle of tiny soft hairs. I move up again, and kiss his mouth deeply, passionately, to hear him groan in response. This time, when I move down to his cock, I envelope it completely, just the way he likes, and take his balls in my hand. Pulling them down gently, I am deep-throating him completely, feeling his involuntary push forward into my throat, his guttural moan of pleasure as I take his whole length into my mouth. I begin the long slow thrust and pull, my whole throat and mouth contracting him as tightly and warmly as I can, using my tongue to dart around the sensitive head, my hands to sweep around beneath his balls and between his legs, stroking and teasing. He is rocking forward from his standing position, moaning with pleasure as he is pulled from the centre of his being, my hold on his penis dictating his gentle thrusts back and forth. I speed up, slamming his cock down my throat, rubbing the shaft firmly between my hands, feeling his balls contract.
"Wait, wait, stop." He is pulling away, and I look up at him, surprised. He usually enjoys this the most, and I smile at him, wondering what he wants instead.
"Roll over." He half pleads, half commands.
Happily I comply, grabbing pillows to plump under my stomach as I move into the doggie position that he likes occasionally. I am facing the head of the bed, and a large mirror. I watch him move behind me, gently inserting his penis into my now soaking wet and sticky vagina. It is a warm and wet fit, and he sighs with pleasure as I clasp him tightly.
I move into a comfortable position, and the sheet rustles as he begins to thrust forward gently. He is trying to prolong his pleasure, and I feel his warm gentle hands caressing my bum and moving over to grasp my hips. He is pushing forward with his knees and his thighs meet mine with a gentle pumping that belies his need. He groans again, exciting but unwilling to have it all end too quickly. He hasn't counted on me however.
Watching his face, I begin to back onto his rampant cock, riding his length, grasping it firmly in my warm slippery vagina, and moving on and off with my back arched. He gasps, unready for my aggressive milking of his penis, and his eyes meet mine in the mirror.
"I love you. Cum for me lover." I purr at him.
And that is all it takes. He begins thrusting harder, bucking, slapping his thighs against mine, all pretence of holding back gone. I feel him thrust once, twice, three times harder than the last, and then he is slowing down, riding the waves of his orgasm, groaning softly, his own back arched and stiff, his legs taut and twitching, barely holding him up. I watch his face, the face of the man I love, and I smile to see his release. He is pulling away now, stroking my hips and back gently, moving beside me to hold me, his arms wrapped tightly around me, breathing into my hair, as we roll together onto our sides.
"Key lime pie – my favourite." He murmurs.
