DELICIOUS to DELICIOUS [pt. 2]

"Why don't you believe me?" She questioned with a bruised tone, her throat producing the lowest note. His beautiful eyes lazily fell to the ground, his buff chest pumping heavy air to suppress the euphoria her slippery tongue left in his mouth.

A moment of mere silence apart from their breaths. Then her slim fingers narrowed around his sharp jaw and raised his eyes to hers.

"What must I do?" She demanded, her fingers toying with a stiff piece of pasta.

His lips remained sealed, and his body stood inches away with a tingling sensation coursing down his spine. She watched his eyes flutter ever so lazily, like his breaths, with no word slipping off his tongue and forced his mouth open with a thumb.

Not to speak. But to place the half end of the pasta between his lips, for she knew he'd do anything but speak.

His eyebrows furrowed, his eyes perplexed, while she stood still - admiring the unrest on his face. She, then bit off the end of the pasta, faintly smiling like a conqueror.

His body leaned back, pulled by his resistance, and his eyes watched her chew non-chantingly. She licked her fingers clean, grinning at him, who swallowed without chewing properly.

"Mmm," she murmured, "I can't decide if it's tasty because you cooked it or because of your sweet lips." His eyes strayed where her eyes wouldn't reach him. His jaw clenched, trying to sustain his grumbling stomach.

"You can heat it for me once I'm done with you," she purred, a dangerous glint in her eyes, and with a swift, almost predatory motion, pushed him against the counter, beside the refrigerator. He gasped, his chest heaved up, his heart pounding against his ribs like a trapped bird.

He clutched the countertop for support and looked at her with paralyzed eyes. His stability had been pulled from under his feet.

She smirked with darkness onto her lips, advanced with a chilling grace, and stripped him of his shirt as easily as she might peel fruit, exposing his skin to chill air and her ravenous eyes.

What was she about to do to him? His thoughts echoed within the room when she pulled a cake platter from the refrigerator and placed it on the countertop, a low growl rumbling in her chest. "You only believe in my love when I enjoy your food, right? So I'll eat. I'll eat and fill not only my stomach but yours as well."

He did not understand what she meant, but swiftly his eyes found her fingers dipping into the creamy icing.

She was coating her fingers with the cold icing, ravaging the layer of bread beneath it, and seemed satisfied with what she had done.

Then she gently laced his bare chest with it, icing another layer of skin on his skin, so delicate and beautiful. Goosebumps flowered his body, and chills ran down his abdomen like worms. The icing was cold and soft, stimulating not only for the eyes but also for the skin.

Her pupils dilated as her fingers left his skin, and her temples numbed. "I'll make sure you never cry again," she promised, her voice a silken threat, her fingers creamy. "Not because of fear of being unloved, at least." Like a growing shadow, she drew her face close to his icing-coated chest, her warm breaths on his skin.

"I'll eat it well." Her tongue stretched out and cleaned a part of his chest covered with cream, leaving a trail of saliva and tingles upon his skin behind.

"I'll make sure you see how much I enjoy it." She whispered on his skin. He exhaled chains of cracked breaths, his eyes following her tongue roaming all over his heaving chest.

He bit his lips and crushed his nails onto the counter, trying so hard to hold on to something, his body wriggling with spasms.

His pants tightened around his crotch and hips, his toes curling while her stomach twisted and turned around with an itch in between her legs. Her tongue continued electrifying him until the layer of icing on his chest altered into a layer of thick and warm saliva.

Then she drove her fingers into the icing once again. Her tongue halted like a waiting soldier and her fingers covered his pink nipples with icing as if a cherry on top of the cake.

Sizzles penetrated his nipples and entered his whole body. His muscles hardened and his nipples perked up. He gasped again with a wobbling head, the refrigerator humming louder in his ears.

His back and head arched as if possessed, his shoulders stiffened like his fingers. His chest felt frozen, and the member inside his pants pulsated, when suddenly her tongue warmed his nipples, grinding the much-awaited whimpers from his lips.

His eyes fell back upon her, on her warm and long tongue soaking his nipples with saliva, giving them long and heavy licks even after the icing had melted in her mouth. Her fingers joined in and squeezed his chest while her lips sucked his nipples along, the tip of her tongue thrusting against his nipples.

His whimpers grew like his member inside his pants, as her tongue continued fucking his nipples, slippery and smacking sounds echoing in his head like a fever. "Do you want to know how good it tastes?" She questioned as if knocking a pot of honey, and pressed her chest to his, guiding her forefingers and thumbs around his nipples.

Heavy-headed, exhaling with a tremor on her lips and with dimly lit eyes, he looked at her, his eyebrows squinting.

She smirked, tilting her head, and breathed on his lips, warm and heavy. "It tastes sweeter than yesterday. In fact, it tastes sweeter than it ever has." He sealed his heavy breaths and tightly shut his eyes, biting his upper lip, and turned away from her burning eyes.

"Do you not believe me?" She lurched her head to the side his face was leaning and squeezed his nipples in between her fingers, watching a whimper escape his lips like a sweet melody.

A shiver ran down her spine and sizzled her whole body. Her temples rang, and she inhaled strongly, swaying her head in the air, while his palms grabbed her shoulders and he snuck his face into the nape of her neck, his body quivering with jolts.

"You've been quiet for a while now. Won't you talk to me?" In his ear, she whispered, caressing him, cheek to cheek, and pinched his nipples again, crushing her chest against his.

He whimpered, sharp and womanly note, and grasped her body tighter, whispering, "Master." Like an affirmation - a compliment, and a heartfelt confession.

She chuckled like a whisper and withdrew herself from his embrace, gently cupping his face in her warm palms. She gazed at his drunk eyes, witnessing her whole world in a daze for her, and pressed her tender lips to his quivering lips, feeling his hands wrap around her neck.

Her lips sucked his lips, upper and lower, his whimpers entering her mouth. Her tongue entered his warm and juicy mouth, dancing along his slippery tongue inside.

His body was melting, his fingers were slipping into her stands. His member was quivering and his feet begged for a rest.

But she continued sucking his life from his lungs until he was reduced to her chest. Until he could only whimper and moan against her lips.

As she parted her lips, a string of beaded saliva, from her lips to his, hung heavy in between them, while he quivered looking up at her and her thumbs entered his mouth like a new character in a play and widened his mouth for her saliva.

His eyes watched her saliva seep onto his tongue and her dark eyes watched him seal his lips and gulp the saliva down, his throat producing a note that weekend her legs. Delight spread across their faces, and red, and inferno coursed through their nerves.

He rolled out his tongue, his hands grasping her waist as if holding onto his dear life. She grasped his face, a soft smile curling her lips, and questioned. "Do you want more?"

He instantly nodded, gazing at her lips with hunger, and tightened his fingers around her waist. She fondly caressed his lips with her thumbs as if playing with prey and filled his mouth with her saliva, also filling his heart with red burning passion. He quickly gulped it down, jolts of delight running down his spine, his eyes never leaving her.

She chuckled and planted her lips on his, sucking his lips and spitting into his mouth until his knees weekend to the ground.

His eyes looked up at her, with her saliva seeping from the corner of his lips, his body quivering and his hands fisted on his thighs. He was whimpering like he was in heat. His member was bulging like a soldier inside his pants.

A wet patch had also soaked his pants, yet he rolled out his tongue for more, waiting. 

END OF THE PART 2

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