I'd ask you what you're up to, but without turning around, you'd tell me never to mind, with a smile in your voice. There's no point in pushing it, so I'd busy myself with unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it on the floor next to my pants. After a minute, you'd wander over to the bench, arms laden with a variety of random jars and a majorly cheeky grin on your face, then put everything down on the bench whilst looking at me thoughtfully.
Thinking to yourself, you'd open a jar of Nutella and scoop a blob out with your finger and smear it on my nipple. You'd smoosh it down my chest, then lick your fingers clean. Next, humming quietly to yourself, you'd take some choc chips out of a container and drop them into my belly button. Finally, you'd take a marshmallow in your teeth and lean forward to kiss me, sharing it with me. I'd open my mouth slightly and take it in, biting the marshmallow in half and running my tongue over your lips.
You'd kiss your way down my chest, lingering on my collarbones and freckly shoulders, trailing your hands down my bare arms. I'd briefly kiss the top of your head as you take my nipple into your mouth, sucking hard, swirling your tongue around, flicking it across the tiny pink nub, making it harder, making it grow. I'd arch my back and moan your name, as you move across to the second nipple, giving it the same treatment. Not wanting your work to go to waste, I'd stroke and tweak my damp, hard one, continuing the sensation.
You'd take the squeeze bottle of honey and dribble a thin stream between my nipples, down to my belly button, then holding my cock out of the way, you'd lean in and run your tongue from my neat little belly button up the sticky golden path to my chest, savouring the sweetness. I'd take your face in my hands and lift you to me, kissing you hungrily, growling into your mouth as I experienced a honey-laden kiss.
You'd giggle and pull away from me, then bend down and flick your tongue over the very tip of my cock, making me gasp and whimper. Wrapping one hand around the base and taking my balls in the other hand, you'd run your tongue up the shaft, enjoying the sweet chocolatey Nutella mixing with the salty taste of my skin. You'd squeeze my balls slightly, making me thrust instinctively, then run your tongue around the head, removing any Nutella that lingers in the tiny nooks and crannies there. Knowing how sensitive I am there, you'd choose to make me squirm and slip your tongue under the foreskin, seeking out the chocolate chips one by one, licking them up and sucking them out, always probing and tenderly pushing. Once you've got them all, you'd take me into your mouth, moving up and down, sucking on my head, swirling your tongue around, then going back down, enveloping me in absolute bliss. You'd let go and step back, then boldly and confidently look me in the eye as you pull your dress up to your hips and slide your undies down to the floor. I'm spellbound as you momentarily stand there with your beautiful pussy on show, before you nudge your dress back down and move back to me, taking me into your hands.
I'd lean back, hands on the bench and moan your name out loud. Looking down to you, seeing you down there, it's such an incredible turn on, the sexiest woman in the world between my legs, seemingly fully dressed, loving what she's doing to me. I'd relax into it and continue to say your name, telling you how good it feels, talking dirty to you. My right hand would come up and again, starting to play with my nipples, still damp and sticky. I treat them roughly, pulling and twisting them, so aroused by the sensation of your hands on me. Of course, I couldn't see everything you're doing, so it would take me by surprise when I feel your finger siding between my balls and bum, then circling my ass, tickling, caressing, pushing.
I'd certainly be getting louder and louder and you could tell how turned on I was. I'd start begging you to fuck me and while you want to give me what I'm craving, you'd like being in control. Without warning, you'd stand up and push me back on the bench, so I'm lying along it, with not a stitch on.
Hiking your dress up, you'd climb onto the bench and straddle my face, putting yourself right in front of my eyes, your knees holding my arms down. I'd raise my head to taste you, but you'd kneel up and "uh Ahhh" me, then just out of reach of my tongue, you'd start to rub yourself with two fingers. Slowly, sensually, knowing exactly how to tease me, you'd rub your clit with tiny circles, then run your fingers along your lips, back and forth. Thinking about it now, I can feel the warmth, smell your muskiness and hear the soft sounds your fingers are making. Combined with the quiet moans you'd be letting out, I couldn't help but thrust into the air, wishing I was deep inside you. I'd lie there and watch your face, your eyes close, cheeks flushed and lips parted. After several minutes of teasing, your middle finger would slide inside, with your hips swaying in time with your finger, as you fuck yourself over my face.
I couldn't handle it any more and would wrestle my hands free, then reach down to start playing as you do. Feeling that enough teasing is enough, you'd slide back own over my body, leaving a shiny trail across my belly, which I'd quickly mop up with my fingers, then lick them clean. I'd hold my dick up with one hand and you'd slide back until it slips inside you effortlessly. We'd both gasp and arch our backs simultaneously, then smile at each other.
You'd reach down and pick up the honey bottle once more, flicking the lid off and holding the bottle up high. You'd squeeze and squeeze, emptying the honey all over me in a long unending stream. Leaning forward, you'd massage it all over me as you start to rock back and forth, sliding up and down my long shaft, your pussy holding me tightly. I'd be covered in a sticky golden sheen, but you'd continue to rub, massage, even draw designs with your fingers as you fuck me. The feeling of being inside you is indescribable, all I'd know is that right there, right then, nothing else existed but you and your body.
We'd both getting close now, so you'd lean forward and take my hands, holding my arms down above my head. I'd kiss you tenderly, but you'd return the kiss hungrily, almost animalistic, kissing me hard, thrusting your tongue deeply, just as I'm thrusting deep into you, filling you up. Your dress would be soaked in honey as you lay atop me, but it doesn't matter right now. My toes would start to tingle with the onset of my climax, my breath coming in short bursts as we yell each others' name. Before I cum though, your orgasm would hit, and you'd lose control as wave after wave rolls over you. You'd release my hands and bury your face in my neck as you cry out. I'd wrap my arms around you and hold you as you shudder, but continue to pound into you, prolonging your orgasm and making you cry out further, until I lost control, roaring your name.
I'd thrust into you as hard as I could, pushing your whole body. With each thrust, I'd cum deep inside you, more than I have in a long time, roaring out with each thrust. Even after I'm empty and stop thrusting, my entire body would be rigid and tense, as the effects of the huge orgasm fade slowly. Eventually, I'd relax and slump back against the bench top, hugging you tightly.
We'd stay like that for what seems an eternity, not needing words or actions to know how much we love each other, then you gingerly raise yourself up and stretch out. Looking down ruefully at your honey-drenched dress, you'd remark "Shit. This is going to need soaking and I've got nothing to change into."
