Send us Your Smut - Dessert by Dee R
This is a sweet story called Dessert - by Dee R
I take the final bite of my alfredo pasta and look up at you as I lick the last bit of sauce from my lips. You're looking at me with a slight grin and you lift your hand to summon our bill without breaking eye contact. The waiter brings the machine and you stroke my thumb with yours while you wait for the payment to go through. The receipt prints and a swift tear frees us to leave.
The night air is crisp and I can feel the hair on my arms stand at attention as I sink into the leather passenger seat of your car outside the restaurant. As we drive to your place, I catch a glimpse of your hand lifting off the gear shift. It lands on my knee and I feel my heartbeat quicken. Your fingers trace a few inches up the inside of my thigh...just far enough that I wish you'd go farther but not so far as to be sure of your intentions. Not wearing panties tonight makes me feel enticing, even though you don't know that yet. A sigh accidentally escapes my lips and I see you smirk in the dim dashboard light.
The engine sputters to a stop, your hand leaves my leg, and my mind races in anticipation. Your sidewalk couldn't feel any longer as I walk confidently, but casually, in my tasteful but sexy stilettos. The key turns in the door and you swing it open in front of me. I step through politely into the darkness of your entryway.
No sooner has the door closed behind you and I feel your strong hands on my hips, turning me to face you. Without warning, my back hits a wall and I feel the wetness of your mouth as it envelopes my own. My heart skips and my desire for you builds so fast that my breath catches in my throat. I let out a gentle moan. As your lips trace down my neck, I feel you press against me... hard and thick. Your hand finds that spot on my thigh that had tantalized me before but only lingers there for a moment before swiftly moving up. My skirt bunches as your hand traces it's way to exactly where I want you to be. Your other hand slides under my shirt.
Then all at once, I feel everything. Your teeth on my neck, your thumb pinching my nipple, and your fingers circling my clit. Desire swells in my chest and my wetness only makes each stroke more pleasurable. That familiar tingle begins to build deep in my pelvis and I lean into your touch.
You nibble my ear, your gravelly voice says, "not yet", and I feel my feet leave the ground. You pick me up as if I am weightless and drop me on your dining table with a thud. I hear small items fall to the floor and the soft clink of you undoing your belt. You bend my knees towards me and oh so slowly, I feel you enter me. My body gently welcomes you and I feel the warmth of you sweep my entire body. You pick up the pace and push deep inside me. The pure ecstacy of it all overwhelms me and my labored breathing becomes loud, uncensored moans. I want you in the worst of ways.
You pull away and in the blue-tinged moonlight I watch as you effortlessly grasp my legs and drag me down the the table towards you. You drop to your knees and pleasure washes over me as your tongue flicks masterfully between my labia. Tension builds swiftly and I lose all awareness of my surroundings. Tighter... tighter... tighter. Suddenly, the pressure releases all at once, the edges of the table dig into my hands, and I lose myself in the wave of pleasure that shoots up into my chest and down to my fingertips.
I'm trembling as you pull me to a sitting position in front of you and you carry me to your couch. You sit gently with me in your lap. I guide you into me and rhythmically grind my hips against you. My nipple swirls in your mouth and your fingers sit quietly at the base of your penis, giving me an encouraging jolt with every thrust. My movements quicken slowly but surely until I can see your body reaching for orgasm. In no time at all, you head tilts back and you let out a faint moan. I feel your body tense briefly and then relax. You kiss me tenderly and I lay my head on the back of the couch.
You, my dear, are my favorite dessert.