SCENES IN PERSON 03: COFFEE AND CUNNILINGUS
SCENES IN PERSON (a series)
Scene 3 - COFFEE AND CUNNILINGUS
Author's note
:
While this scene can be read alone, it begins where
Scene 02
ended. That scene involved rousing a man from sleep with a spirited deep-throat blow job (Morning Fellatrix).
This scene is still presented first person, present tense, narrated by the man.
Women, here you come, bringing the coffees into the bedroom where he's waiting. Men, here she comes...
~~~
I'm sitting up in bed when you walk back in with our coffees. You're naked and putting a 'little extra' in the way you walk. Subtle, but sexy as fuck. You fill my vision and flood my mind. I can't help but lick you with hungry eyes...everywhere. I love watching your willowy movements when you're naked, muscle and bone equally limber beneath supple skin. I imagine feeling your lissome body moving underneath me. Or maybe on top of me, straddling me cowgirl style with those thighs tight to my hips and my hands squeezing bouncing tits. Maybe spooned alongside. However I enter you, I'm remembering the sumptuous feel of sliding into your slick heat and moving inside you. I'm "fucking you with my eyes" and the look on my face makes you feel like the sexiest women in the world.
Fuck, my look itself makes you sexier. You
know
how sexy you are when you're held in my gaze, and the certainty enhances your allure.
My look also has you thinking about feeling me, inside you. It's more than the penetration - my heat in your squeezing wet. More than the familiar way your cunt stretches around my veiny girth and the sensation of being filled. It's the way your body becomes
mine
even before I begin thrusting. The way I make you give everything.
Under this sheet I'm already hard again, just from watching you. You know I am, and it makes you wetter.
You extend the coffees when you reach the bed but, instead of taking them, I slip my hands between the mugs and grasp your breasts. We lock eyes as I squeeze. You love my large weathered hands on you. Especially on your softest parts. You realize in that moment it doesn't even take penetration. You're already mine, in my hands. Your face shows it.
My eyes flame. I squeeze harder and your nipples pebble. My squeeze presents them so they stick out when I lean forward to lick circles around each.
Oh
, you moan softly. When I take them into my mouth and slather them, your legs weaken. When I push your stiffening nubs around with my tongue, they ache to be sucked.
I
do
suck them. One, then the other, and back again.
You moan a little louder,
Oh fuck
.
I continue fondling as I lean back to look at your face. I've got you trapped like this as long as you're holding the coffees. You break the spell by speaking. "If you take these I can slide in with you?"
I smile innocently and squeeze. "I've got them?"
"The coffees, Don Juan." You
almost
have an edge to your voice, but you're smiling.
I relent and take the mugs. You slip under the sheet and we're skin to skin. We have that rare magic together, where our familiarity has actually increased the excitement of being together. The wildest fuck of our lives
and
our favorite person to drink coffee with.
We sip, savoring this calm after the intense blow job you gave me. You love being my dirty girl cocksucker and showing off your stunning deep throat skills. You know it "brings forth the beast" when you're in the mood to be used roughly, and our rough sex is always followed by this sumptuous peace. I drink with my right hand while my left explores you under the sheet. You told your best friend that I "can't keep my hands off" you. So true. You also told her how deeply you love it. More true.
We drink our coffee in silence. When we're done and I lean in for a kiss you become self-conscious about your breath and think,
God, I haven't brushed yet. I have morning mouth?
But we fall into a deep kiss that's wet with twisting tongues. You sigh when I'm pulling back and then realize you just exhaled morning breath in my face. You're mortified
. Oh God!
I was touching your face with my hand while we kissed and now my fingers linger on your chin. I whisper, "Exotic flavors of you. You taste of sleep and cum and strong coffee. So fucking delicious and sexy."
And there it is
, you think,
we're perfect together, just as we are. However we are. Wherever we are.
Before you can respond, I take your mug and climb from the bed to fetch refills.
You watch my ass as I leave the room.