“I can’t help it.” She smiles. “That was hot. Good thing it was early and a lot of the passengers were napping.”
Her eyes sweep back to the presents, and I know the wait is killing her. My sexy little vixen has no idea how badly I want to just take control and get this show going. But this weekend is for her.
“Pick one. We’ll start with whichever one you open first,” I encourage her.
Her eyes meet mine and her seductive side emerges. She knows me better than anyone. She knows I just want to be alone with her tonight more than anything. She picks up the long, flat box and confidently decides, “This one.”
I nod casually, hiding my exhilaration at her choice—and the ever-hardening bulge in my pants—as I respond, “Your wish is my command, my love.”
She carefully unwraps it and sets the bow aside. Her sharp intake of breath tells me she’s figured out exactly what it is.
“Really?” she asks me on a whisper. “You really want to do this?”
“I definitely want to do this,” I state resolutely. Andi takes the clothes from the box and runs to the bedroom to change. While she’s in the other room, I take the additional item out of the box and quickly assemble it in front of the full-length windows.
It’s my turn to inhale sharply when she returns from the bedroom. I don’t know if I’ll make it to use the entire ensemble that was in this box. She’s wearing red-heart pasties on her perfectly round breasts, a black garter belt with black thigh-high stockings, black stiletto heels, and black crotchless panties. Her beautiful body is completely on display for me, even with the few stitches of material that cover her. She looks over my shoulder and sees that I’ve already hung the strips of nylon covered with soft fleece from the hooks in the ceiling. And the seductive smile on her face tells me she’s perfectly fine with it.
I crook my finger, motioning for her to come closer to me, and she complies readily. I take my time to help her into the swing and take full advantage of the opportunity to touch her. After I help her get comfortable, I have to take a moment to just enjoy the view.
“Damn, you are so fucking sexy,” I growl. She’s waiting for me, in a sex swing, directly in front of the full wall of windows. We’re high enough that no one can see her, but that doesn’t diminish the illusion and excitement of knowing people are out there milling about.
“Luke, if you don’t get over here, I’ll have to start without you,” she purrs.
That’s the only invitation I need. Grabbing the other two presents, I stalk toward her like she’s my prey and I’m going to eat her alive. And that sums up my intentions exactly.
I quickly shed my clothes and model my new boxer briefs for her, flexing my muscles and showing off a bit. Her eyes widen and her smile lights up her face as she moans appreciatively. “You look good enough to eat, baby.”
Like I said, that’s my plan.
“What’s in the other two boxes?” she asks excitedly.
“Oh, you’ll see,” I promise her as I place them within reach.
Shedding my boxer briefs, I pull on the straps to hold her tightly to me as I consume her pussy with my tongue. I’m not slow and gentle—I’m ravenous and demanding, taking what I want and giving her what she needs. She screams out in pleasure as I lap her up, sucking on her clit, scraping it lightly with my teeth, and then plunging my tongue deep inside her. Adding my fingers one at a time, I thrust them in and out of her sweet, wet pussy. She comes unglued in my hands. And mouth. Damn, I could do this all night.
Her cries of pleasure and my name screamed from her beautiful lips indicate she has climaxed; her juices on my tongue are the evidence. She lies back in the swing, her muscles limp from intense satisfaction. “You are incredible,” she sighs heavily.
“I’m not done yet,” I reply. Picking up the remaining two boxes, I hold them up in a balancing motion, indicating for her to pick one. She nods toward the shorter, cube shaped box.
“Your wish is my command,” I reply. I open the lid to the box and let her peek inside.
She laughs. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” I respond with a chuckle.
This box holds the digital camera and the chocolate sauce. I drench her torso in the thick, gooey chocolate and can’t resist licking a path from her breasts to her pussy. The chocolate on my tongue combined with the taste of Andi could be bottled and sold to the highest bidder. But then I’d have to kill him. My lips wrap around her clit, my tongue plunges inside her wet channel, and my fingers fuck her again. Her moans are the most incredible sounds I’ve ever heard.
I snap a few pictures of her in this state, and the view makes me want to take her again already. Just thinking of being able to memorialize this moment with pictures…pictures that will be safely hidden in a secret vault with a three-headed monster keeping guard so that no one but me will ever see them. My Andi…my sexy little chocolate-covered, sex-swinging vixen. Damn, how’d I get so lucky?
I lap her up from one end of her body to the other, paying special attention to her nipples, her breasts, the bend of her knees, and every other inch of her body. I’m sure there’s a sugar-induced coma in my near future, but she’s so fucking worth it. The scent of her arousal lingers in the air, the taste of her skin mixed with the chocolate sauce is still on my tongue, and I’m in heaven. But I’m not done. As I flip her over, she squeals with excitement and I start working on her other side. She has the perfect ass from all the hours she spends in the gym. Her feminine back muscles are incredibly sexy, as is the ridge that runs along her spine.
Pouring the chocolate sauce on it, I lick her from her neck to her ass, paying special attention to the indentations just above each cheek. She squirms under my ministrations, begging me to touch her again.Her wish is my command. I kneel and take her in my mouth again, using one hand to hold her close and the other to spank her ass, then gently rub it. Then I run one finger between her cheeks, over her puckered hole, and feel shudders run through her body. Two fingers slide in her pussy and one in her ass, and I finger-fuck her with purposeful strokes. Over and over again until she can’t hold back one second longer.
“Luke,” she screams as she comes. “Damn, baby. How many turns do I get tonight?” she asks.
“As many as you want,” I answer and turn her over onto her back again.
Unable to wait any longer, I position myself at her soaked pussy. She’s more than ready for me, if the stiletto heels digging into my ass and pulling me closer to her are any indication. Fuck, I love my sexy little vixen.
