Caramel Flava

He rubbed it over her body, drying her, cleaning her.

She was silent, agreeable. Rolling, lifting, opening as he bid. When he completed the task, he moved it over himself and tossed it toward the luggage.

Her head lolled toward him and she stared at his navel. Her tongue snaked out to lick a line over his belly. Before she knew it she was on her hands and knees eating over his flesh like a starved woman. Caramel.

He lay down on the table, and she moved over him. “A feast. My own banquet.” With hands, teeth and tongue, she tantalized and teased his flesh. It was so much better than she imagined. Sugar warmed by butter and poured over muscle. She bit him and he cried out.

She could taste blood and felt his hand in her hair. “Don’t worry, Raf-y, I shall not bite anything too precious.”

A chuckle, deep and throaty, came from him and she had to venture to his neck to lick around it. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed to keep up with her strokes.

“Enough.”

She conceded his command, but grabbed the discarded silk scarf instead. She secured his wrists together and stretched his arms over his head. Then she climbed back on top and licked a line down to his nipples. Scoring them with her teeth, she did not stop until they shone red.

He hissed when she kissed them. Oh, so tenderly, she tortured him with her lips. Until with a satisfied grin, she nibbled her way down to his cock. His movement beneath her gave her great direction.

“So close, so far,” she whispered over his tumescent cock. It lifted toward her words, her caress, and she caught it, drawing it into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the head. “Mmmmm.”

Closing her eyes, she let herself enjoy the taste of him. The faint hints of condom had been cleaned away earlier by the T-shirt and what was left was him: skin and cock.

She sucked hard like it was a chunk of caramel. In her mind it was the best candy, ever.

He groaned.

She repositioned herself so he could watch her. Breathing in, she eased him further in, an inch at a time. His cock overfilled her mouth, but she kept drawing. Her tongue flat against his cock stroked a welcome as he eased down her throat, until she could swallow him whole. She held him there for a second, then withdrew from the place of honor.

His breathing was shallow. She could feel his pulse race as it thudded against her.

“Now.” The demand was solemn and strong. His voice rough.

Her mouth descended. She drew him completely down her throat. Giving him no mercy as she set a fast and furious pace.

Silk-tied hands came down and sank into her hair, changing the rhythm to one that wouldn’t drive him over so fast, but she had other plans, other things she wanted. Her fingers drifted down, finding the sweet spot between scrotum and anus. Pressure combined with the delicate manicured fingers played steadily, in cooperation with the beat and balance of tongue and mouth, until the rhythms spoke and he could do nothing other than answer.

“Isa!”

She lifted her head and he came in giant streaking streams of come. She started to lower her head, but he yanked her up even with him.

“I wanted to take you again.”

“I know, Raf-y, but there are other things we could do.”

He pulled her head down to his and kissed her. Long devouring strokes of tongue.

She pushed his hands above her hand. “These were supposed to stay up there. If only I had brought my cuffs.”

“Brought mine, they are in there.”

“Do we have time before the flight leaves?”

“Always.”

“What else did you bring?”

“Leather strap, a few more toys.”

“They must have gone nuts in security.”