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“Not eating. Smelling.”
“Vanilla.” I answer and then I hear the flicker of something and smell indeed. Vanilla tickles my nose and lulls me to relax all the more.
It reminds me of Christmas spent with my whole family. Abuelitawouldhave her candles out but she’d make these cinnamon buns with vanilla flavor. The combo of cinnamon and vanilla was something I remember very well and looked forward to.
Wow… I’m having all these good memories. All the good memories and pleasure. It’s odd because I’m chained to Gabe’s bed.
His footsteps on the floorboard sound again and a clink. The vanilla scent is closer if that’s possible and it gets closer and I remember the candles.
As the memory hits me warm heat drips into the valley of my breasts and I gasp from the sensation.
Candles, so that’s wax, but it’s not hot and burning.
“Massage candles,” he says in that low timbre and the warmth washes over me.
“I like it.”
“Knew you would.”
Another dose of heat drips over me and what feels better than the heat is ice.
He runs a cube of ice all along the path he poured the candle wax and my God does that feel amazing.
It feels amazing but fuck, I’m wetter. The pleasure is so much that I’m actually wetter than I was and I’m shuffling around in the bed like I’m having the best dream of my life.
He chuckles again and the last bit of cold I feel around my navel is from his lips which is like the cherry on top of the cake.
No more heat and cold comes so I assume he’s about to do something else and he does.
Holy hell, do I gasp as he places a finger inside my pussy and starts working me. The muddle of pleasure and luxuriation I had from the hot and cold has taken me and makes his fingers feel so much better in my pussy.
“Ahhhhhh….“ I cry. “Gabe…. Oh God…”
“Feel good baby?”
“Yesssss, oh God I –” The words never come because he replaces his finger with his tongue and starts swirling around my clit. He starts swirling and sucking on the hard sensitive nub of my clit and sucks so hard I arch into the bed from the overdose of undiluted raw pleasure that feels so much better because I’m at his mercy.
Wow…
“Your tight little cunt tastes so good, you taste so fucking good Charlotte.” His voice carries over my body and seeps into me.
I can’t believe we haven’t done this before. I can’t imagine not doing it on the regular.
He sucks and I move my hands. The fact that I can’t reach him sends a thrill through me and I start panting. Writhing against his face. I’m close and on the verge of a greedy orgasm. It’s there and I feel it coil with tension in my groin.
“I’m coming,” I cry.
“Don’t come until I tell you to.”
“Gabe, I don’t know … I’m coming now.”
“Hold it until I tell you to come. Be a good girl for me.”
I pull in a deep breath and try to hold the pleasure back, breathing in short pants helps. I focus on that but then I’m distracted by two things. The first is that he’s moved away from me again and I hear him walking around to the left of me and the next thing is a buzzing sound.
It’s like a phone vibrating on a desk. That’s what it sounds like.
I sense him close again and the bed creaks near my legs, then without warning the buzzing grazes over my pussy lips. I wince, gasping because I’m so sensitive down there and I know what the buzzing sound is.
