that tickles!” He laughed and grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup, then squeezed it all over the whipped cream, making zig-zag designs. He eyed his sweet, delicious dessert, then bent down to slide his tongue along her pussy, wiggling it up to her clit. “Ohhh… shit…”
A little at a time, he left her pussy to lap up the cream, back and forth. The woman bucked beneath him, gyrating, pumping her body against his roving mouth. He cupped her ass with both hands and squeezed. Her essence dripped down his chin.
“Put your feet against my back.”
She draped her legs over his shoulders, and did as he asked. He started up again, gripping her hips and going faster, making a delicious feast of her pussy. She moaned and squirmed against the sheets until she burst into a million climatic stars. Her cries of ecstasy radiated – filling the room with the harmony of her orgasm. Once she’d settled, he wiped her sticky skin clean with a warm washcloth, then rolled over to his side of the bed and picked up the remote control to watch a little television. His work was done… and what a damn good job he’d done, if he said so himself.
“Do you feel better now?” he asked with a smug grin. She was panting so hard.
She nodded, then disappeared under the sheets. As he casually flipped through the channels, he felt a tug at his jogging pants. She worked them down to his knees, and a gentle sway of her damp hair caressed his thigh as she leaned over him. He flipped the station again when her luscious mouth surrounded his hard cock. Up and down she licked and sucked, her palms soft against his flesh, and he met her motions, delivering shallow thrusts against her tongue. She worked up to an impressive rhythm, sucking the living daylights out of his dick. He turned the channel again, then threw the remote on the floor to grip the sheets. He sighed and groaned, then gritted his teeth as she worked his rod, giving him immeasurable oral pleasure.
“Am I pleasing you, baby?” she asked between slurps.
“Yes… Suck it just like that!” He closed his eyes tight when she emerged from under the sheets and tossed them aside. He opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the mass of long black hair draped across his thighs as she put her all into giving him complete gratification. He grabbed the back of her head and twisted that hair in his fist, pumping his dick in and out of her mouth until he reached the point of no return.
“Ahhh!” He released an explosion of cum in quick-fire spurts. The woman kept sucking him, making his toes curl and his hips buck. He went crazy. She pulled back from him and opened her mouth… His creamy cum gleamed on her tongue, then she swallowed and smiled. Damn…
Soon after, she headed to the bathroom. The music played softly and muted sounds of the television also reached his ears. He sat up, satisfied and spent, grabbed the almost-empty bottle of wine, and made his way to the kitchen.
He collected two wine glasses and a new bottle of wine, then returned to his bedroom. By the time he arrived, she was back in the bed, messing around on her phone, a cute little smile on her face. He poured them both a glass and handed her one.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Are you hungry? Had any dinner?”
“Damn. I’ve been so angry today, Nix, that I actually forgot to eat.”
He got back in bed with her and grabbed his phone.
“I’m callin’ Pat’s Pizza. You want your usual?”
Adoration rained from her gaze. He could see love pouring out of her. His stomach knotted… just as it had over his mother’s house when he’d discussed this woman, and each time he’d mentioned her name.
“Yes… please.”
He dialed the restaurant.
“Thank you for calling Pat’s Pizza! Will this be pick up or delivery?”
“Delivery. Let me get one order of the chili spaghetti, and an order of your BBQ baby back ribs. I’d also like a side of toasted bread and butter and two spinach salads.”
“Great. Will that be all?”
“Yeah, that’s it. This is Nixon Rossellini by the way. I order from you guys at least twice a month, and have now for over two years.”
“Okay, yeah. Looks like, according to your number, we have your address and billing information on file. Someone should be there in about thirty minutes, Mr. Rossellini.”