I sat across from her on the bed, holding the dice loosely in my right hand. Our clothes had been discarded long ago; not hurriedly, but sensuously. Ever so tenderly I had undressed her over a period of more than 30 minutes. It had been a game played so skillfully and lovingly, that she hardly noticed when she was down to her black thong.
“Do you have to do this?” She asked nervously.
“Of course baby,” I replied with a smile, “it’s my turn.” On her last roll, when the dice had read “kiss” and “navel”, I lay on my back to allow her unobstructed access to my entire body. She started first by licking a path from my chest down to my navel then shoving her tongue inside before kissing it. The game had been quite enjoyable but I decided to raise the stakes. “Well, you cheated so you’ll have to roll again, the dice said ‘kiss’ not ‘lick’”.
“No!” she exclaimed, “that’s not fair. I did kiss you.”
I laughed, “OK, I’ll let you off the hook this time, but no more cheating. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she said nervously.
I rolled the dice into the space between us and looked intently into her eyes. “What does it say?”
She was so caught in my gaze that I had to repeat myself before she looked down at the dice. “It says ‘lick’ and ‘fingers’”
I continued staring into her eyes, “Put your hand between your legs.”
She took a short breath and put her hand on the black patch of cloth covering her pussy, “like this?”
Continuing to stare intently at her I said firmly, “play with yourself.”
She closed her eyes as her breathing quickened. She hesitated a moment. She didn’t want to believe that she was actually going to do as I said, but she was powerless to do anything but obey. This both thrilled and frightened her. Slowly she slid her fingers behind the moist triangle that was her only covering. As she inched slowly down, her mouth opened in a silent “oh” until she touched her clitoris and let out a gasp. The touch of her own fingers had never felt so electric.
“Inside,” I said in a hoarse whisper, “go deep, get those fingers nice and wet.” The combination of the words I spoke, the tone of my voice, and the slight friction against her clitoris sent a spasm through her body as she slid two fingers deep within herself. I moved closer to her and helped her lay back. “Good girl, I like that, don’t stop.” When she was on her back I rested my palm on the back of her hand and encouraged her to go deeper still. “That’s it baby, get those fingers nice and wet for me.” When I saw that she was close to the edge, I held her hand and removed it from between her legs. As her eyes opened I focused on them even as I brought her hand to my face. She saw her fingers glistening in the candlelight as I grinned devilishly then sniffed her fingers before delicately licking her fingertips. A moment later I was running my tongue down the length of her fingers.
Unable to contain herself she cried out “oh damn!” But I had just begun. I put her two fingers in my mouth and started to suck, first slowly then more greedily as I sought to extract every last drop of her feminine essence from her fingers. Then to her surprise I reached forward and pinched her right nipple. She gasped loudly.
Looking every bit the shameless male gigolo I licked my lips when her fingers had finally vacated my mouth, All the while I was smiling at her.
“I want a kiss,” she said
“Whatever you want,” I said, “whatever your fantasy. Whatever it takes to satisfy you.” I leaned forward until my face was hovering over hers, “anything.”
Driven wild by the smell of her own juices on my lips, she held my face and pulled me into a passionate kiss. A moment later she put her lips to my ear and whispered “fuck me…”
Peace and Love,
Alizé
Photo and text Copyright © 2008 Xavier Pierre Jr. All rights reserved.
