Page 497 of S is for SEX

“Who’s the shot caller?” he asked as he spread my knees apart.

I pointed at his chest, “You sir.”

“That’s right. Don’t forget it,” he said as he turned toward the sink.

“Relax, baby girl, I’m going to wash the batter off my cock so you don’t get a yeast infection,” he laughed.

I leaned back onto my elbows and watched as he shuffled to the sink. He pulled his slippers off and kicked them aside. He pulled his sweats down and kicked them toward his slippers.

And as he stood there naked, washing his cock in the kitchen sink, I realized that my life with him was going to be full of interest, full of sexual surprise, and would never, ever get boring. Erik was right. The sexual diversity of a Dominant submissive relationship would keep half of the people together that eventually grow apart.

Tab Benoit, If I Could Quit You came on the Ipod. I closed my eyes and listened. I lowered myself onto the island countertop and relaxed. I heard Erik’s soft footsteps on the floor. He turned the music up louder.

I smiled and kept my eyes closed.

I felt something really warm on my breasts. The feeling moved to my stomach and stopped at my belly button. I opened my eyes. Eric was pouring the fresh warm syrup from the saucepan onto my stomach.

Oh God.

“Your kitchen, my rules now,” he said as he set the saucepan on the counter by the sink.

He began to lick my nipples as he squeezed my breasts lightly in his hands.

“Mmmm. This is good,” he said as he sucked and licked each nipple.

I rose up onto my elbows and watched him suck and lick me. Watching his tongue glide across my syrup covered skin was more than I could take. I started to tingle. His mouth moved to my stomach and focused on the cavity of my belly button, which was filled with syrup. He slurped it from my stomach.

As he sucked and licked the syrup, his right hand slowly wiped across my stomach and across my torso to my breast. I watched as his fingers slid gracefully across my nipple to my neck. He maintained eyes contact as he lifted his fingers and held them over my mouth. I extended my tongue and licked his fingers. The sweet syrup was somewhat erotic in my mouth. I sucked his fingers one by one, taking them deep into my mouth slowly and sucking them syrup free.

Wax Taylor, Say Yes started to play as he pulled his fingers slowly from my mouth.

His mouth moved to my swollen wet pussy. His tongue darted across my clit. He licked as he pressed his mouth hard against me, pressing my clit between his tongue and his upper lip. He repeated the process over and over. I closed my eyes tightly and focused.

Don’t. Stop. Doing. That.

“Erik…”

“Erik, I’m…”

“Oh God, Erik…please….”

“Cum, I’m going to…Oh…”

I raised my hips and moaned. He licked and sucked. I moaned again and thrust my hips toward his face. He slurped and sucked. He pressed his face hard into my pussy and forced his tongue in deep. I opened my eyes. I moaned.

And.

I came.

“Oh my fucking God…”

I opened and closed my eyes. I opened them again. I closed them and relaxed, uncertain of what happened.

He continued to lick as I wiggled. The sensitivity was insane. The syrup, his tattooed body, the muscles, and of the waiting were more than I could take. I was at the height of climax now. He licked my clit as he slid his finger in and out of my now soaked pussy. He added another finger. His tongue worked magically across my swollen clit. I began to tingle. I felt as if I was going to explode.

He started to moan as he licked and sucked. The moaning sent a sensation through my entire body. His tongue worked my clit as his finger slid in and out of my wet pussy.

Holy fuck I’m going to die.

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