My delicious dream...not incredible or crazy, just delicious.
I walked into a bedroom, tired, dirty, holding many bags. The room was white and cream colored. Giant, nice, comfy bed, and you, my wonderfully tall, slim Latino man, were sitting in it, already tucked in the blankets, sitting up against the white, cushioned headboard, on your laptop working away. You looked up at me and smilingly ask me how my day was. Sometimes in my most tiring days, I'm secretly taken aback by your green eyes and tan skin. I laughed sarcastically, and said, "I need to take a shower and take off these dirty clothes before I come talk to you. I'm gross." You laughed but seemed like you felt a tiny bit neglected from not even getting a kiss. I hate getting outside dirt and sweat on the bed though, and I needed a moment to myself in the shower.
I peeled off my sweaty and dirty clothes from renovating my property. I took a moment to feel proud of myself for the work I've done and simultaneously admired myself in the mirror. I would never be so conceited to admit to people how much I like my body, 5'8 broad swimmer's shoulders, thick strong legs that I cultivate in the gym and big DD breasts are not normally what Chinese women look like. I combed my long black hair that cascades past my breasts, and I felt like I deserve a treat, with the devil in my eyes and a plot in my head. I took a long, peaceful shower, slowly and thoroughly lathering and washing myself. I brushed my teeth and felt like a new person.
I came out, wrapped my fingers under your jaw, and gave you a kiss while still dripping wet. I asked how you were while putting on my cocoa butter while you looked at me up and down while talking about your day. I finished and closed your laptop; I asked if you could put some on my back.
You smiled and said of course. I put my hair in a bun, and I moved your laptop off of your legs. I crawled on top of you on top of the blankets with my legs straddling your straight facing legs. I put a handful of cocoa butter into your hands and arched my back, leaning forward, so my newly lotioned, slightly cold breasts were only 2 seconds from your mouth.
You stayed focused while looking up at me and caringly massaged the lotion into my skin on my back. In between little breaths of movements, I couldn't help but to rock my hips a little on top of your lap while continuing our conversation about your day. After you said you were finished, I asked if I could taste you.
Your eyes widened and you laughed, "What do you mean?"
"Well, today, I want to taste this part of you. My goal is to taste every single spot of your body as many times as I can.", I said as I traced your left collarbone with my finger, ending with twirling around your shoulder.
"You can taste anything you like."
I keep talking to you about your day, while I'm on my hands and knees, slowly and strategically planting fields of kisses in organized rows across your left collarbone. You try to stay focused, talking to me, while you look forward at the big mirror we have on the wall at the foot of the bed, watching my legs and ass as my tongue and lips get to know your skin. I find a spot that makes you groan, and I make a mental note that this is a good spot. Giving that spot some extra attention, I lick. I kiss. I smile, and peer up at you.
I finish mapping out the uncharted territories with my taste buds and say thank you. You asked if I were finished, and I climbed back on top of you. This time, faster and more aggressively. I can feel your stiffness under the blanket between my thighs. I arch my back again and pull the back of your neck into my left breast. You take to it quickly and suck and lick my nipple patiently and with care. I moan into your right ear, "Can I taste another part of you?" You shake your head yes with a muffled affirmation.
I turned around facing away from you and moved my legs behind the blanket, and you kiss between my shoulder blades. I pulled the blankets down so fast that your hard member was pulled down and quickly came back up, unintentionally hitting my wet pussy and splashing droplets on both of us. I whimpered, "I'm sorry, I can't help myself. Give me a minute."
I pull your underwear down and grab your tip while seeing myself in the mirror and insert your head just barely at my entrance. I take a breath and slowly lower myself, just a little, enough to satisfy my craving. I arch my back up and down, in miniscule movements while rubbing my clit and looking in the mirror. You moan and massage my breasts from behind, kissing the sweet spots between my shoulder blades and listening as my juices drip down your penis. I never go in deep. I just...tease myself, not letting myself feel too much and get carried away. I close my eyes and pause while rubbing myself slowly enjoying your kisses and nibbles of admiration from behind. Then, I raise myself up.
