You always make me smile. I hope this returns the favor on your special day.
Xoxox
-SubtlePen
I checked the scarf once more, ensuring he couldn’t see. He laughed nervously, reaching for me, but I tucked his hands at his sides.
“Lay still.”
“Okay,” he whispered. “For now.”
I watched his head tilt and turn, listening for clues as I pulled the cloth away from the tray of surprises on my bedside table.
“First one,” I said, dabbing my fingertip against his mouth.
“Mmm. Syrup. Maple syrup.” His tongue peeked out to get every drop.
“Very good.” His correct guess earned him a slow kiss. “Now try this.” I trailed a slice of kiwi along his lips, letting it linger long enough for him to dare a tiny bite.
“Oh, that’s strawb… no, it’s kiwi. Right?” He took a larger taste of the piece I held, and smiled. “Definitely kiwi.”
I bent down and kissed him again, tasting the odd combination of kiwi and maple. “Two for two, Whitlock. Now try this.” I knew he would recognize the scent before he ever tasted it, but I still dragged it across his lips, teasing him with it, pulling it just out of reach when leaned up for more, squeezing it slowly so that random drips landed on his face and neck.
“Edward…” His deep voice offered a thinly veiled threat.
“Yes, my love?” I placed the wedge of fruit in my mouth and loudly sucked out the juice, knowing the sound would drive him wild.
In an instant, I was pinned on my back. The tray of fruit crashed to the floor, and he was using the black silk blindfolded to bind my wrists. His powerful legs held mine to the bed. “You are an evil, dirty tease.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I said, watching him stand. He turned to look for something and, as soon as he found it, I knew I was in trouble. In each hand, he had a fist full of orange wedges.
He held up one and examined it, smelling it, delicately touching it with the tip of his tongue. “Mmm. Sweet.”
“Jas…”
He flipped his hand over and squeezed the wedge, drizzling sticky droplets all over my chest. I knew what was coming. He began to lick, starting with my belly, working his way up my sternum and across each pec, slurping up every bit of juice, nibbling at my skin, leaving a sloppy wet trail.
He squeezed another wedge over my neck, and his lips attacked my throat. I was dizzy from the sensation of his mouth on my Adam’s apple, and the erotic scent of oranges in the air. I writhed beneath him, trying to get him to move, wanting his weight over me, wanting his kisses.
“Baby, please…”
He reached up and quickly untied the scarf, and my hands were instantly in his hair, pulling his face to mine. He tasted so good – oranges and sweetness. He pulled back, holding me down with one hand, brandishing one final orange wedge in the other. He looked me in the eye, then down to my ridiculously hard cock, and laughed. He squeezed until his knuckles turned white.
“Oh, fuck, Jas…”
The cold juice dripped along my length, down between my balls to my ass.
I didn’t have to wait long for him to do something about it….
Happy birthday, Kass!
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