after grabbing lunch to thank Archer for taking me to a doctor’s appointment this morning, i decided to grab something else.. a delicious raspberry croissant. what else did you think i meant? you dirty mind you.
we got back to my place and enjoyed yet another day when i decided to play hooky from work and fuck all day. and lounge around naked, too. once we finished eating, we got into bed and my man promptly started sucking my titties, ordering me to hold them up and pinch my nipples for him. “but you haven’t had your dessert yet,” i whimpered innocently. he smiled. “that’s right,” he said hungrily. i got up, brought the pastry to bed, and after, shall we say, relishing the dessert in bed, it was time for him to relish getting off. he started slowly stroking my clit with one hand, positioning himself on top of me as though we were going to do 69. excitedly anticipating the next move, he then ordered me to stroke his dick while he straddled me backwards, alternating between giving me head and stroking my clit with his fingers. the angle was perfect for pushing enough air out of my lungs to make me moan, which – as Archer told me later – was “the most perfect” moaning i’d ever done. not that i ever consciously think about it. but this time it apparently had a little something that especially did it for him, bucking hard and shooting hot cum all over my body as he moaned and writhed. fucking gorgeous. i don’t think he’s ever gotten that much on himself, either – he’s usually either painted me with it or filled me up with it. or both.
after that, he kindly did a bit of clean up and then plunged his face into my pussy to get me off. he’s so damn good at it that it took no time at all. he marveled at how wet i was, how good i tasted, gently moaning every time he came up to take a breath before burying his face back into my cunt. he ordered me to pull my hood up for him so he could have full access, an order i happily obeyed. he had his arms around me and cradled my waist in his hands, giving me plenty of room to arch my back as i got closer to orgasm. before too long i was shooting off hard, saturating my sheets with my own cum, feeling so relaxed that my fever even broke. while it’s still true that getting dick is a great cure, getting off is my true panacea.
with my man in the voraciously hungry mood he was in, i knew we were far from over though i didn’t know what would happen next. apparently, another turn for me! and of course, without any recovery time. as soon as my body started to relax and i laid back, i found Archer’s hands all over my pussy, fingering me relentlessly, in disbelief that i had so much cum. he worked at me for quite some time, nibbling my ear, sucking my titties, and covering my neck with kisses all the while. he then grew jealous that his fingers were having all the fun and roughly pushed me up on the mattress, positioning me to get more head. and boy did i get it – he went at me eagerly, licking up my juices, sucking and licking my clit like he hadn’t had pussy in days. within minutes i shot off hard a second time, pouring a second huge load of my own onto the sheets.
okay, so maybe i DID grab more than a raspberry croissant.
