His Dessert

Richie pressed Jennifer against the back wall of the elevator, bracing his elbows on either side of her head, and mashed his mouth to hers. She parted her lips immediately to accept his tongue, and he could taste the remnants of the shrimp on her; it was delicious. Jennifer wrapped her arms around Richie’s back and pulled him closer, whimpering when he ground his erection into her.

Richie chuckled, breaking their kiss. “Jennifer, you’re gonna be doing a whole lot more than whimpering before I’m done with you,” he said softly, and kissed her again.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal a startled older couple. Richie tore his mouth away from Jennifer’s, and turned his head to look out the doors. “Sorry,” Richie said, quickly pressing the button to make the doors close. “Elevator’s full.” He had his mouth back on Jennifer even as the couple sputtered and muttered about inconsiderate kids. He pulled her hair free from its confines again. “Please, leave it down for me,” he said gently. “Always wear it down for me.”

“Only if you kiss me again,” Jennifer rasped.

Richie happily obliged. This time, when the elevator dinged, it was on his floor. He pulled Jennifer along in his wake, their long legs evenly matched. They made it up the hallway in fewer than a dozen steps, and he fumbled in his pockets looking for the key. Jennifer, trying to be helpful, pressed against Richie’s back and thrust her hands into his pants pockets. Richie hissed and swore between clenched teeth. “Jesus, Jen, don’t do that. You’re likely to make me go off right here.”

“That’s only fair,” she said, moving her hand until she found his hard length. She squeezed him gently. “Considering I’m so wet already…” She smiled at his quick intake of breath and withdrew her hands.

Richie found the keycard in his shirt pocket, and got the door open. Jennifer all but pushed Richie through it, and slammed it shut behind her. She looked at him with a positively possessive stare, and stalked toward him, unbuttoning her jacket. He backed away playfully, smiling like a fool. He crooked a finger, and she followed, kicking off her shoes as she went. As they passed the dining table, Jennifer slipped her jacket off and draped it across the back of one of the chairs. Richie slid his jacket off and tossed it, landing it on the couch in a heap.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, baby, how careless,” Jennifer said, crossing to the couch. She bent over at the waist to pick it up, bending far more than what was necessary, and looked back over her shoulder at him and winked. Richie growled and crossed the room.

“Leave the damned thing,” he said roughly, pulling her upright and into his arms.

Jennifer let out a startled “Oh!” as she was pulled into a strong, solid embrace. She grinned as he kissed her again, and she pushed back so her fingers could travel to the knot at his neck. “I can’t believe you wore this,” she said, loosening the knot, and sliding the tail out. She slid the tie through the collar, and looped it around her own neck.

“I love it,” Richie said, fingering the silk. His fingers traveled down the length of the tie, scraping over her nipples, and she braced herself on his forearms. He pulled the pink silk shell from the waistband of Jennifer’s skirt and raised it up and over her head. The tie stayed behind, dark against the pale, almost translucent pink of her bra. Richie compared the design on the tie to its twin on her abdomen and smiled. “Perfect match,” he said, stroking her skin.

Jennifer shivered and started unbuttoning Richie’s shirt. “As much as I love you dressed up,” she said, “I much prefer to see your chest.” She spread the plackets of his shirt wide, and ran her hands from his neck to his shoulders, and down over his taut pecs. She scratched her nails lightly down his ribs, and smiled when he flinched. She circled his navel and pushed her fingers up his abs and back up his pecs to link them behind his neck. She licked at his Adam’s apple and pressed kisses along his jaw until she came to his mouth.

Richie trembled at her exploration, her fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. When she started kissing his jaw, he grabbed her head and repositioned it so he could plunder her mouth with his tongue. He unhooked her bra and peeled the straps down and off her arms without breaking their kiss. Chest to chest, they stumbled and circled around the suite until they crashed into one of the bedroom doors. Chucking, they both fumbled for the knob and turned it together, spilling into the room.

Jennifer gasped. White candles flickered on every flat surface; from the bedside tables to the dressers to the deep window sills. Tall bouquets of long-stemmed white roses flanked either side of the marble fireplace. “Oh, Rich, it’s gorgeous,” she said, forgetting she was half-naked and walking around the perimeter of the room. She stopped by the bed, which was turned down invitingly and looked at him.

“I wanted everything to be perfect,” he said, flipping on the radio. Soft jazz wafted through the hidden speakers, the saxophone jacking the sexual tension three notches higher than it already was. Richie held his arms open, and Jennifer flew to him, letting him wrap her up in his embrace. They danced and kissed and touched and were panting by the middle of the second song. Richie finally reached for the zipper on the back of her skirt. He slowly lowered the tab, and let it drop to the floor. He gasped when he saw her lingerie. Her panties, if they could be called that, matched the scrap of lace that now lay on the floor in the living area. They were worn over a pink garter belt with black clips. “Oh my God, Jennifer,” he said as he took in the sight before him. “Where are your shoes?” he asked.

Blushing, Jennifer answered, “By the door.”

Without another word, Richie bolted from the room, and Jennifer sat on the edge of the bed. He was back before she could bring her arms up to cover her breasts. He knelt at her feet slipped first one than the other high-heeled shoe on her feet. He pressed kisses to her silk-covered thigh, and looked up into her face. He hooked his index fingers into the elastic on either side of her hips, and Jennifer raised them so he could pull the scrap of lace down, following its progress with his eyes. He tossed them behind him and trailed his fingertips up her inner thighs.

Jennifer’s breath hitched in her throat. He was barely touching her and she was ready to cum.

Richie’s gaze traveled back up the length of her legs and he gasped when he saw a glint of gold in between. “Is that?” he started to ask; touching the ring gently with a fingertip. The ring was thin with a small ball-bearing sized gold ball on it that would rest against her clit and press into her when she wore panties.

Jennifer nodded. “Yep,” she said softly. “It is.”

“Did it hurt?” he asked, flicking the ring up and down, and making Jennifer squirm.

“No more than the upper ear piercing did,” she said, her breath coming in pants now. “Though I am far more sensitive now….ahhhh,” she finished; so close to release, she could almost taste it.

Richie smiled. “Are you now,” he said, and leaned in to touch the very tip of his tongue to her clit. A high, keening moan escaped Jennifer’s lips, and she grabbed Richie’s hair, intending to pull him away. He gently removed her hands, and nudged her thighs further apart.

“Rich,” she sighed, as he spread her and licked at her core, tasting her juices. He groaned at her sweetness. Richie worried the gold ring with his tongue, alternating between pressing it into her and flipping it up so he could suck on her clit. He eased a finger into her, and she screamed, exploding and pulsing around him. “God, Ri-i-i-i-ich…..” she growled low in her throat, falling back on the bed. He smiled and slid a second finger into her, pumping her gently, and easing her up and over another peak. He watched her head thrashing back and forth, and wanted to be the flush crawling up over her body.

Richie waited until the spasms subsided, then stood and picked Jennifer up, bringing her around the side of the bed and laying her gently down on the pillows. Through a haze of passion, she watched as he unfastened his pants and let them drop to the floor. Jennifer gasped at the sight of him, and purred at the thought of him filling and stretching her. “You are beautiful,” she said, reaching for him. “Absolutely, beautiful.” Richie slid into bed alongside Jennifer, propping his head up on his hand.

She played her fingers over the contours of his body. Skimming his erection lightly, she smiled. He was so big; standing out proudly from a thatch of hair dark as midnight. She encircled him with her hand and only because of her acrylics was she able to touch fingertips around him. She stroked him gently from tip to base and back again, and Richie slumped against the pillows, and closed his eyes. Jennifer smiled and pushed at his shoulder gently, getting him to lie on his back. She kissed his lips and started a slow trail of kisses down his neck and chest, stopping along the way to gently bite and pull at his nipples. She continued kissing down his stomach, nibbling on the ridges of muscle, and finding out Richie was ticklish.

Richie pushed his hand under Jennifer’s hair, and lifted it so it would cascade across his chest as she made love to him with her mouth. He groaned at the combination of the feel of her hair on his skin, and the feel of her mouth on his engorged cock. Jennifer was licking him from base to tip, sucking just the head into her hot mouth, and swirling her tongue around his slit. “Jennifer, darlin’,” he rasped, “you keep that up and I’m not going to be able to control myself.”

Jennifer let him fall from her mouth, and flipped her hair back behind her, so it trailed across his thighs. His cock jumped as some of it landed there, too. “Rich, you got to have your dessert,” she said evilly. “I want mine, too.”