He inhaled sharply at the delight of the cool glistening melon running down him, and even more so as she traced up the sweet trail with her tongue.He inhaled sharply at the delight of the cool glistening melon running down him, and even more so as she traced up the sweet trail with her tongue. With a small smile, she popped the piece into her mouth. Then, picking up another, she teasingly traced two slow circles around her rosy nipples, enjoying the anticipation in his eyes as he watched. With an expression of triumph, she held her breasts together and nestled the little morsel of blue heaven between them. This she offered to him, who took the piece between his lips and marvelled at its sweetness, licking every drop of nectar from her when he was finished. Again, he wanted to tell her how de- licious this was, but could not. "Your expression tells me that you are enjoying this," she remarked. The tray was deposited on the floor next to the bed, and she placed herself behind him, her hands on his shoulders, her knees around him. He felt her breath on his neck as she came close, and shivered once, all over, at the thrill of anticipation that ran through him. He had no idea what she had planned. She waited, doing and saying nothing, merely sitting there with her hands on his shoulders and her mouth against his neck. For many long minutes, they sat like that, he unsure and nervous with anticipation, she silent and knowing, enjoying the gentle curve of his back and how his skin was lit by the faded flame lamps, their glowing topaz light pouring over him like melted butter. He felt as her slow hands ran down his sides, her fingers flickering over his skin, making his sto- mach muscles twitch. She was content to do this, experiencing his body under her hands, tracing his spine with her fingertips, tracing the curve of his neck and shoulders, the smooth clean shaven skin on one cheek, the line of his brow, teasing her fingers through his hair. |