Page 129 of Made Better Together

He guides me where he wants, draped across the couch, and places a cushion under my head.

I feel him still hovering. “Those fantastic tits, they look like they’re about to pop out of that bra. I haven’t really spent a lot of time with them before today.”

Another shiver runs through me at the promise in those words. I want him to do his will, with my breasts, with my body. But I can sense him step away, and there’s more rustling in his supplies.

“I’m not hungry for pasta and salmon myself. I thought I’d enjoy my dessert instead tonight.”

Through my haze, what he says sounds familiar. “Dessert for dinner can be fun, Sir.”

“Tonight will be very fun.” He bends down near me again. “I have some more ambitious food ideas too, when it’s not our first time.”

I stay still, waiting for instruction.

“I’m going to touch you now. And taste you.” Ah. “If you don’t like anything, what do you say?”

“Red,” I reply quickly.

“My smart girl.”

Two of his fingers slide underneath the upper elastic of my bra, and then travel across the length of the front, following the ridges of my cleavage. Delicious prickles erupt from the brush of his hand across my soft skin.

“I’m going to take this off now.” A second later, he reaches underneath me and unclasps the back. He pulls it free and drops it to the ground.

My nipples pebble almost immediately in the open air. He’s so close, his hot breath tickles them as well.

“You have the prettiest tits. Rosy there too.” He rubs his hand down between my cleavage to the top of my hip, and I can feel him holding himself close. Like he’s shielding me with his body.

“In terms of my meal, I’m not a whipped cream person. Not a vanilla person, rather.” He’s reaching for something with his free hand, but of course I can’t see what. “So I went with chocolate frosting.”

Oh. Oh. The word “whipped cream” triggers a memory of why his earlier line sounded familiar. He’s recreating the Forbidden Fortnight scene I liked.

My heart melts. He’s doing all of this for me.

“Stay still. I’m going to put a dab on you, and see what it tastes like.”

He waits. Then I remember why.

“Yes, Sir.”

A squirt sound follows, like he’s using a squeeze tube, and then there’s a heavy, wet substance on my right nipple. Slightly cold, in the best possible way. My nipple hardens impossibly more.

“Like a little decoration.” Then there’s a second squirt sound, followed by a drop landing on my other nipple. My body wants to squirm from the stimulation, but I do as I was told. I keep still.

“You look…beyond good enough to eat.” His voice is heady, and I feel its weight up and down my body. Being shut off from my sense of sight, and him hovering right by me, amplifies the sensation. “I’m going to taste now.”

I sense him bend down, then feel the warm heat of his mouth right on my nipple.

Ahhhhh.

He sucks the chocolate bead off, a burst of pleasure exploding down my body. He doesn’t leave that breast right away, instead sucking, licking, thoroughly.

It’s so intense, the pleasure, but I fight the urge to shift my chest closer to him. Don’t move, Rosy. I’m his to enjoy, and he has forbidden it.

He finally comes up for air. “Delicious. Sweet like you. Perfect like you.” Suddenly the resistance to moving was worth it.

“Thank you, Sir,” I breathe out.

“Does the other one taste as good? I bet it does.”