I tell her I will be her assistant-slash-whatever.
In return, she agrees we will move to a five-star hotel, where we will have privacy, comfort, and an A-level shower. Also, thick dark curtains. It will be a place neighbors won’t hear us take each other.
We shake hands over the bed, and we are still good with fast decisions and deals. I need thick walls, and the thicker, the better.No one can ever hear her cry out my name or hear her moan when I make her come. That music is for my ears only, and that music will be played three times a day, if I have my way.
After movinginto Austin’s most expensive hotel and a stylish hotel suite on the rooftop, we admire the view and continue planning.
The view of Austin is stunning, and we push on as if possessed. We drop by Sam’s commercial kitchen in the Jaguar, and I start to enjoy my time away from my desk.
As I watch her work away, I respect her more for what she is doing, and I start to get distracted.
I lift her onto the large stainless steel kitchen island, and she tries to tell me she has work to do.
As I explain I’ll help and work hard after, I spin my head.
Seeing two honey containers, I grin.
“Not allowed,” my boss says, “This area is for food-related duties only.”
I remove her shoes. “Noted, I’m only eating.” Sam pauses, and I know it’s on. So does she.
I pull her denim skirt down her legs and remove her panties and bra.
They are the cute yellow ones, and they go flying. Favorites or not, they are a distraction. “Don’t you move,” I say, looking around. I then speak low, and I command her. “Eyes
closed.”
“What?”
“Do what you’re told.” I tie a clean white tea towel around her eyes, and she lies further back. “Now, open your legs!” Slowly, she does, and I remove my suit shirt and clothes.
I stand above her, naked on the steel kitchen island, and Ihold the two honey containers high. They are the type with thin jet nozzles, and I start to get hard.
Slowly, I drizzle a pint of honey onto her perfect body. Watching it cover her nipples and slick folds gets me iron hard. As Sam whimpers and gets wet in the warm sun from the room’s skylight, I drizzle more of the slick honey over her thighs and neck.
Throwing the containers aside, I kneel between her legs.
After latching onto a honey-covered dark nipple, I suck hard. I then let go, and she moans.
I kiss her neck, and Samantha starts to writhe. With her arms behind her head, she is fully exposed.
I have no idea how we will get the honey off us; unless we lick it off, we will have a problem.
In saying that, it will be the only problem I have in my simple new life.
After kissing her neck, lips, chin, breasts, and stomach, I lie between her legs. I then feast on her honey-covered core.
I swipe her honey-covered pussy up and down until she is panting and begging me to stop. I then suck her honey-covered nub in and out of my lips. As I slide three fingers in, I curl them up, just how she likes it. I lick her again and again like she’s a lollipop.
My lollipop, and only mine. I finally speed up, and I force her to buck. Sam then grabs my head, and she fucks my face. I know she is close, so I bump her over the edge.
As she comes, she unravels on my tongue and around my three fingers.
It is glorious.Sheis glorious.
I make a mental note to get the widest variety of honey in the country, and to arrange a special table like this one in the chateau.
I will have honey time every week, and I will eat her every week, from head to toe.
