The chef placed lobster sushi on her thick thighs. Next, he set the caviar rolls on the leaves covering her pussy.
I studied her with utter fascination. “How does it feel?”
“Each one feels odd and different. Plus. . .”
I leaned forward. “Yes?”
“There is this sort of wicked fun sensation that I'm having with the whole experience.”
My cock jerked in my pants. “I love how comfortable you are with your body.”
“Trust me. This isn’t my usual behavior. It’s because. . .you’re comfortable to be around. I. . .”
“Yes?”
“I trust you.”
“Hmmm.”
She opened her eyes and looked at me. “That was a devilish sound.”
“Because there’s nothing angelic on my mind.”
She smirked.
“You like that. Don’t you?”
“I do.” She inhaled the air. “Everything smells so good.”
“Do you want me to feed you?”
“No.” She gazed at me full of wickedness. “I’m too excited to watch you eat off of me.”
Pre-cum spilled from the tip of my cock. Never had I experienced something like that before. At my age, I was well beyond the spilling-on-myself stage, but here she was having my body react in unusual ways.
I shifted my cock in my pants.
The chef and servants left.
I lifted my chopsticks. Instead of grabbing the sushi over one of the banana leaves I placed the tip on her knee and then slowly slipped it up her thigh.
A soft sigh left her lips. It was low and very subtle as if she tried to keep it down, but I caught it and yearned for more.
“This is unusual.” I slipped the chopsticks further up her thigh and then had the tips linger two inches near her pussy. “Usually, I’m ravenous at this point, stuffing my mouth with rolls and enjoying the view.”
“How many times have you done this?”
“After seeing you. . .” I slipped the tip of the chopstick closer to her pussy. “I don’t remember.”
She grinned. “You do.”
I showed her the truth in my eyes. “Layla, I don’t. Currently, I can’t even think about anything else, but your body on this table and my need to make you moan.”
She parted her mouth again.
I gently moved the chopsticks away from her thigh and then turned my attention to the rolls on the leaves covering her breasts. There, I took one. Her body moved a little bit as if she enjoyed the subtle feeling of having the roll lifted.
I ate it, enjoying the salmon and foi gras. However, none of it was as satisfying as I knew her body would be. I swallowed.
“I want you.” I picked another roll from the leaves on her breasts.
Again, she moved a tiny bit and sighed.
“I thought I could take my time with this. Weeks. Perhaps months. At this point, I would wait for years. But. . .I won’t deny the fact that I must have you tonight.”
“It would be too fast.” Desire coated her words.
“Fast? No. I would take my time.”
“Reo, you know what I mean.”
I took a roll from her stomach. Stirring, she tried to grip the surface of the table as if the chopsticks were turning her on.
I hit her with an intense gaze. “I want to taste your pussy.”
This time she parted her lips more. Instead of putting the roll in my mouth, I slipped it down her exposed skin. Suddenly, I needed the food to touch her—to capture her true essence.
I wanted to gather her up. I wanted to eat her. I wanted to taste her. Even if it was just because the food had touched her.
There were so many places on her that I longed to suck and fuck. I had no idea what I would do first. Her breasts had my attention, but so did her pussy. Plus, her ass made me crazy.
When I sampled that sushi I swore it tasted better than the others. Addicted, I began to only eat the rolls that had direct contact with her skin.
She squirmed a little.
I took one from her thigh.
She moaned.
I ate and swallowed it. “Is your pussy wet?”
She gazed at me in shock.
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
I slipped the chopsticks along the side of her body. My cock pushed against my pants. It was ready to come out and serve.
I gazed down at her. “Can I taste your pussy?”
Her chest rose and fell as if she’d just stopped running.
I licked my lips. “You’re thinking about it.”
“I am.”
“It would feel so good, Layla. Trust me.”
“And what about all of this sushi on me?”
“I’ve lost my appetite. All I can think about is sex now. I need your pussy in my mouth. I want to lick your clit and fuck you with my tongue.”
Another moan left her.
“Hmmm. I’ll give you time to say yes.”
She had a nervous grin. “Only yes?”
Slowly, I moved the banana leaves away from her breasts. Sushi and the leaves fell down the side of her and crashed to the table. It was almost unbearable to think I could wait—to try and resist.