Anticipation

I choose the plumpest strawberry that I can find, dip it into the liquid confection and hold it over his chest. Letting it drip on his nipples, down his stomach, watching the sweetness fill his belly button. He moans and writhes on the bed, begging me to touch him but I plop the giant strawberry into his mouth and he is occupied for the moment. It is the perfect time to introduce the scarves. Before he has a chance to protest, I wrap his wrists, binding them to the bed posts and repeating the process on his ankles. He is now spread eagle on the bed, naked, vulnerable and mine.

I begin to play. More fruit, more chocolate, each piece drips with warmth, each drip creates frantic anticipation and heightening desire. From his bellybutton, the teasing continues down his legs, painting his inner thighs with sweet, sticky stripes of chocolate, I work my way to his feet, polkadotting each toe. I have yet to touch his handsome erectness and I can see beads of sweat forming on his brow, his diaphragm bounces in unison with his short gasps. I reach for another chunk of fruit, soak it in chocolate and suspend it over him. Starting at his scrotum and moving up, I slowly coat his thick shaft and pause to dip the pineapple once more. His moaning and shaking is involuntary now and I can see pools collecting in the corners of his eyes. When I finally allow the chocolate to drizzle over the pulsing head, his hips buck and he cries out for me, pleading for me to take him... I will honor his pleas and I begin...

My mouth moves slowly, kissing and licking my way up each leg. I am moaning my pleasure softly and my pussy gets wetter and wetter each time that my lover cries out my name. My mouth is on his inner thigh. I am pushing my face into the crease of his leg and eagerly suck the chocolate, snaking my tongue out and flicking it up and down the joint of his leg, stopping to suck gently for a moment and bruising the skin slightly. When I bring my head up and begin to lick his belly, I can see the precum oozing from his cock mingling with the chocolate. My clit engorges immediately at this lovely sight, pushing itself proudly through the lips of my pussy. His moans are closer to whimpering now and I too, am anxious to wrap my mouth around his sweet cock. I scoop the chocolate from his navel with my tongue, kissing and licking my way up to his chest, roughly suck each nipple and giving each one a gentle bite.

Finally, the prize, his cock, drenched in chocolate, throbbing and oozing. My lips kiss the head and my tongue slips out licking the precum, tasting it, swallowing it. Taking the head into my mouth, running my tongue over it, under and along the ridge, mmmm.. pulling it into my mouth deeper, sucking it into my mouth and using my tongue to lick up and down the shaft. As I suck harder, my hand grips his balls and my head begins to move up and down on him faster and faster. His cock is ramming the back of my throat so I slide my hands under him and grab his buttocks, forcing him deeper into my mouth. My throat opens and I swallow him, all of him. My face is so tightly pressed against him that my tongue curls around his scrotum and welcomes it to the party. I grab his ass harder and make him fuck my face, my throat. He is panting, groaning.. his body is shakes and writhes violently, so much so that I have to hold him firmly so that he won't slip from my mouth. He is pulling against the restraints, growling my name, moaning his love for me, begging me not to stop as the pools in his eyes turn to tears that roll down his cheeks.

Every time that I suck his cock deeper into my throat and swallow, the pressure around his thick shaft makes him howl louder. I feel his body stiffen and his cock turns to stone in my mouth. I want to taste him and I pull back just in time to catch his sweet, hot chocalate flavored cum on my tongue.. mmmm.. my mouth is wrapped around his cock, sucking every drop from him and swallowing it. I finish by tenderly licking him clean, running my tongue up and down the shaft, making certain that I have kissed away all of the sticky fluid from him. I untie the scarves from his ankles and crawl up the bed, along side of him. He is covered in perspiration and his cheeks are wet from his tears. I reach above him and release his wrists and he pulls me to him, kisses me, deeply, passionately and whispers; "Happy birthday, Sweetheart."