Cherries And Vanilla

I arched my back and heard myself gasp my lover's name as his silk-like hands caressed each and every part of my body ever so slowly. His hands crossed over the small mounds that were my breasts, kissing them lovingly, making me shiver in a pleasure I never thought possible. His hands slowly moved down to my stomach, as did his lips, tickling me so much I had to giggle and push his head away. He looked up at me and smirked, but paid no heed to my pathetic attempts at stopping him. He knew I wanted it.

He continued on his way down, kissing and caressing every inch of my flesh. When he parted my legs, I was sure I knew what was coming and I closed my eyes, waiting in anticipation. However, what I got was completely unexpected and I gasped when I felt him kiss my sex, which was eagerly awaiting what was to come. I looked down at him in wonderment, but did not have the chance to question his actions. The next thing I knew, I was arching my back and moaning even louder when I started to feel his warm, moist mouth dip in to taste me again.

The way his smooth tongue glided across my sex with such expertise made me tense with such bliss, I could scarcely breathe. The warmth I felt from his mouth was pure heaven. There was an explosion of color going through my vision and I couldn't keep myself under control. The many waves of pleasure ran throughout my body like a rushing river going down a waterfall and finally hitting the final spot. It wasn't too long before I hit mine, arching my back once more and moaning long and loud.

Not long after, I felt his wonderful moist warmth leave me and his body press against mine. It took a little will to open my eyes and look up at his smiling face. We smiled at each other, knowing how and what the other desired of the other. We always knew, we were that close to one another. I always felt a part of him when we made our union. We were one soul halved into two different bodies. We belonged to one another and knew what the other craved. I felt his sex throbbing against me, aching for my touch. However, I knew he was not finished with me yet.

He bent towards my ear and whispered seductively, "You taste like cherries..."

When I heard him say that I could feel my cheeks flame and I squeezed his arm. I looked at him, smiling shyly, not knowing what to say.

He merely smirked at me and crawled down again. I looked at him and he was still smirking at me. "I don't think I can resist having another taste," he said and bent forward again, closing his eyes as he went.

The next thing I knew, I was in a torrent of crashing waves of ecstasy, but it wasn't enough to completely satisfy me. I wanted him to complete me. I wanted to feel him inside as I did so many other nights. I tried pushing his head away, but he was very insistent and kept there, teasing me endlessly with his wonderful, hot mouth. I arched my back and was barely able to cry out anymore, he had been doing it so long. Then he just suddenly stopped when I was just about to have my fifth release. I looked down at him desperately as he crawled back on top of me, pleading to him desperately to let me have my orgasm he so insisted on giving when I tried to push him away.

He just smirked at me, looking a little sweaty, and then kissed me. I could taste myself on his mouth and it made me blush deeper. I did taste like cherries, as he had said, and they were one of his favorite fruits. He absolutely loved them in vanilla ice cream and I assumed that he loved my essence almost just as much.

"You wanted me to stop, so I did," he said simply and I closed my eyes and clamped my hands tightly into fists from the pure torture he was putting me under.

"But..." I said and trailed off. I looked up at him helplessly and he kissed me again, his smirk now a smile.

Soon enough, he crawled back down and, very torturously, began tasting me once more. I arched my back and begged for release, but he didn't give it to me for nearly an eternity later. When it finally did come, my body shook and I felt like I had just been whirled around in circles from the bedazzlement I felt after such an explosion of bliss. So, teasing did pay off, but it was still too annoying to deal with. I was nearly in tears by the time he let up and finally went about seriously pleasing me with that moist warmth in his mouth that felt so incredibly wonderful against the nub of my sex.

When he finally came up for air again and crawled on top of me, he kissed me once more before just looking at me, pushing himself lightly against me for his own pleasure. I groaned softly, as I could feel his manhood against my womanhood and so desperately wanting it buried deep inside of me. I started moving slowly against him, following his movements and torturing the both of us even more so by doing it. I had my eyes closed as we continued, and then I felt the surge of his member bucking and then the ooze of warmth against me. I parted my lips in pure desire to have him where he belonged, but I held on just a little longer.

I gently ran my fingers across the newly released liquid, smearing it across my stomach even more so than it already was and enjoying the feel of it. I liked how slippery it felt and how it dried on my flesh. I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted my lover's essence. He tasted as sweet as strawberries and I loved it. I wanted more. I smirked devilishly, thinking of how he had tortured me relentlessly. Now, it was my turn to torture him until he cried my name and begged me for his release. Thinking of that gave me a pleasure I never before experienced. First though, I would get him to clean me off.

I took his face in one hand and kissed his lips, letting him taste himself off my own lips. When I broke the kiss, I smiled. "Now, lick it off. All of it. And then kiss me."

He did not hesitate to do as I bid and quickly started licking his own orgasm off of my tender flesh. I arched my back from how it tickled and also the pleasure. I shivered from it and smiled dreamily. When he was finally finished, my tummy now wet from his mouth, I pulled him up to face me and kissed him again. I pushed my tongue into his mouth so I could taste his essence there and was quite pleased that it was a very strong flavor. After I was finished with his wondrous mouth, I broke the kiss and pushed him off of me. He looked at me questionably and I only smirked at him slyly.

I sat up from my position and moved to push him down where I had lain mere seconds before. The bed sheet was already a little damp from my excitement, but he didn't seem to mind. He just looked at me in contentment and I could still see desire and curiosity in his eyes. I crawled on top of him and laid on his chest, looking down at him. It was a little while before I spoke. "Now it's my turn," I said in a somewhat husky voice. Or maybe breathy.

I could already see the excitement light up in his eyes and he smirked back at me, but said nothing.

I gave him a lingering kiss before I moved down between his legs and took his stiffness in my hand, moving my hand against the length of it. I instantly felt his muscles tense and his reaction was satisfying, but I wanted more. Much more. I smiled at the thought of having him writhing under my caress, begging for mercy as I tortured him as lovingly as he had done to me. The thought thrilled and excited me.

I kissed his chest for a while, drawing little circles with my tongue, making him squirm. I ran my hands down his sides, grabbing his hips in the process and squeezing them. He smirked at me and continued to watch what I was doing. I took his member in my hand and gave him a gentle squeeze, hearing his breath catch within his throat. I smiled and bent forward to caress his frenum with my tongue. The side where the foreskin was attached, where it was most sensitive for him. He arched his back, but didn't make a sound. I firmly pushed him back down and continued to caress him warmly as he had done to me.

I took him in my mouth after that and swirled my tongue around and around the top, making him squirm and pant. I touched the very top of his treasure with my tongue and I felt him jolt a little, making me want to smile. I took him in my mouth again and gave him a suck he would remember for the rest of his lifetime. I still teased him; swirled my tongue 'round and 'round his member, making him groan, hearing him whisper my name with pleading. I was absolutely loving it and didn't exactly realize how far I had taken it until I felt him explode inside of my mouth, his milky semen running down over my lips from my half gasp. I couldn't believe how incredibly good he tasted.

I let go of his penis and looked at him, smiling.

He smiled back, but smirked when he notice his sweet nectar running down my lips and dripping onto my hand.

I licked my lips and then licked it off of my hand, savoring every little bit of the sweet taste I was receiving. I bent down and licked the remainder of it from his member, making him gasp and arch his back in pure ecstasy. I also licked it off of his tummy, making him squirm from tickling him. I was enjoying myself immensely.

When I bent down to 'satisfy' his urges again, I wasn't so quick to do it. I was merciless, making him call out my name, pleading for me to let him cum. I merely smiled up at him and continued my tongue teasing once more. He loved it and he deserved it too. After all he had done to me, I would do so much more to him.

I kept my word. I had him writhing and pleading with me to take him. I had never heard him say that before, but then again, I had never been in control before either and it made me very excited in the most sexual way possible. He was making me want to give it to him, instead of the other way around and I decided that I would. After my teasing session.

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"Please...Stop now and give it to me..." I hear him say breathlessly.

By this time, I had taken so much of his white sugar that we were probably both covered where I hadn't licked it off. However, now I craved for it to flow inside of me in a rapture of ecstasy. I climbed over him, smiling. I kissed him lovingly and he looked at me pleadingly as he had for the past hour. I stroked his cheek, still smiling.

"Alright, my love. I'll take you now," I said in a seductive voice.

He smiled at me as a child would after getting his own way and I loved that in him. I kissed him again just for the mere cuteness of it and then slowly pushed myself up against his manhood, making it buck with anticipation. I slid myself over him slowly and parted my lips from the amazing feeling as I worked myself down on him. Soon, I had him completely within me and I was moving ever so slowly to savor the wonderful experience.

He moved against me, matching my movements with my own as we rocked our way to bliss. It didn't take us long to get heated up. In no time, we were kissing and moving like savages, while scraping at each other's bodies. It was something I thought I would only dream of, but even some dreams can come true. This night was proving it and it was a beautiful experience that I would forever hold in my heart.

Eventually, we were crying out in pure ecstasy as we finally hit our peeks together. Our movements became more rapid and we could feel one another's heartbeats. We rode out our roller coaster until I felt him buck within and the hot liquid flowing throughout my body. I put a hand on my stomach and collapsed on my lover, who continued to move. He wasn't finished yet. Not by a long shot. That was just fine with me.

As we started to move together again slower than the last time, he said something I never expected him to. "Cherries and vanilla ice cream."

I raised an eyebrow. "What about it?"

He smirked at me. "We've made my favorite ice cream. You're the cherries and I'm the vanilla."

I smiled and giggled. "I was thinking of that earlier...When you told me I tasted like cherries."

He smirked at me and I gasped as another orgasm rippled through me. "Here comes another serving of cherries and....vanilla..." I heard him say as he felt his orgasm as well.

I smiled, my eyes closed now. Cherries and vanilla. A perfect combination.