“Diamond…” he readjusted the shirt.
“In order to have the Diamond experience…to have your soul sucked from your body,” I smiled easing up onto my tip toes like a ballerina might, our lips right at each other. “One must follow all directions given by me.”
Thierry pulled in a harsh breath. “Let me start over…”
The pants disappeared from his body quickly. They hit the floor and he kicked them into a corner behind me. He put his hands on his hips proudly. And Thierry should have been proud. His dick was a thing of beauty and he knew it too.
“Now, husband, you may remove your shirt.”
“Why don’t I stand and let you take in what you know you love so much,” he spoke softly and it made my insides rumble.
“I do,” I admitted.
“You do what?”
“I love your dick….shirt, please,” I rolled my eyes.
Cocky motherfucker, I thought.
He smiled again and I knew it was taking everything in him to stay put. Slowly, the shirt was removed and it to was tossed into the corner. Without warning, I struck. I gripped him in my free hand. This caused him to throw his head back into to ectasy. He groaned so loudly that I knew if there was anyone in the room next door, they had heard him.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Do you like when I do it this way?”
I sped up jerking him off just the tiniest bit.
“Or do you like it this way.”
I slowed all the way down, making sure to run my thumb gently over the tip of his dick.
“All of it,” he answered.
“Typical man,” I responded. “Everything feels good to yall. Even pain.”
He chuckled. “I can assure you, Tesoro….I don’t like pain with my pleasure.”
My tongue darted out of my mouth. I licked down his chest, my tongue even flicked at his flat pale nipples. I nibbled at them just a bit and he flinched.
“Trust me, husband…done right, you’d beg me to hurt you.”
I smiled as he opened his eyes. By this point I was dropping to my knees. The fruit roll up was still dangling in my fingers. It was become soft and just a bit sticky. Carefully I dropped it onto his waiting dick. Looking up, Thierry’s brown eyes were taking in every single detail presented in the soft light of this hotel room.
A thought occurred to me. What if whoever owned this little inn had installed cameras some where. They were going to get a hell of a show if they had.
“Tesoro,” Thierry breathed.
My pink tongue once again darted from between my lips while my hands were braced against his taut thigh. Another hiss filled the air and then I devoured him. The taste of strawberries filled my mouth, causing it to water.
My mouth was moving over his wide, thick girth, filling to capacity. My husband just couldn’t help himself as he grasped my hair in his hands. He knew my rules about my hair but he simply chose not to care in this moment.
I allowed it.
Thierry’s hisses turned to grunts as he began to slide further into my throat and then back out again. Spittle was beginning to drip from my mouth. Strawberry filled my senses as I took control of his dick with my hands and mouth. I worked them over the shaft while sucking that tip. Thierry’s knees almost buckled from the pressure that I was applying.
“Thierry, are you going to come for me?” I flicked the tip once more.
He tried to fight answering me. It was written in his body language. He had become tense and his grunts were filling my ears while the smell of berries filled my nose. Thierry’s dick had become a tasty, sticky sweet treat in my hand.
