The Taste of Mint, The Taste of You
Mmm, the condom. An invention that can be traced back thousands of years. Such a tiny, yet revolutionary item that was made from materials ranging from linen to lambskin before finally moving on to rubber.
But I’m not thinking of any of that yet as I push you down onto my black leather sofa, kissing you hungrily. I want to devour you. My love, I’ve wanted you for so long. I take a very small moment and admire the pretty picture you make. Your golden brown eyes flashing with desire in the dim light, your red hair spread out below you, creating a striking foil against the black. The fiery locks call out to me; you make me burn.
I clench my thighs together as the wet heat between them intensifies. I continue to stare at you, wondering how you managed to get under my skin so quickly. Amazed that in the two months we’ve been seeing each other, you worked yourself so completely into my thoughts, my heart. Making me toss and turn at night as I imagined your hands, lips and tongue caressing me all over my body. Making me cry out your name as I came hard against my fingers, loud enough for all the neighbors to hear. I didn’t give a damn, because I couldn’t think of anything but my need for you. Fingers and toys are no longer enough; I can’t wait anymore. I want your cock.
I’m dimly aware of Ravel’s “Bolero” playing in the background as I settle on top of you, grinding my hips against yours. You moan and grab for me, and I chuckle softly at your impatience. I rake my nails down your chest as I lightly bite the side of your neck, my tongue soothing the ache. Your soft growl turns into a tortured groan as I move down to your sensitive nipples, and you thrust upward against me. I can feel your erection throbbing against my mound, unaware that my teasing of you is having the same effect on me. I want to take you now, but I force myself to wait a little while longer because I want to make our first time as special as possible.
I trail butterfly kisses from your chest to your abdomen as I work my way down, and I can feel your rock-hard muscles quiver as my lips touch them. Your breath catches. Anticipation? God, I hope so. I can feel it too, so much so that I can feel my juices overflowing at the thought of what’s coming.
I leave you briefly to unbutton your fly and shove your jeans down to your ankles. I know that I’m a bit rough, but I don’t care and neither do you. You kick the jeans off and watch as I strip for you. I let the music guide me as I slide my clothes off, revealing myself to you. You gaze at me as I return to the couch, my love and desire reflected in your lion’s eyes.
I’m so ready for you, baby. I position myself between your trembling thighs. I glance up at you and you give me that trademark grin of yours that melts my heart and makes my clit throb simultaneously. I caress your thighs tenderly before I devote my attention to what lies between them. I place my lips close and blow hot air on your cock, and I laugh when it jumps from the sensation. The laughter is short lived, and I soon grow serious. Playtime is over. Time to fuck.
I climb back up to kiss your lips as I reach for my purse, which landed on the back part of the couch in all the excitement. Inside are the tools to help make tonight successful, sensual, fun and more importantly, safe. I remove the little bundle from my bag and smile as you take in the sight of the condom, the small tube of lube and the dental dam that I’m holding in my hands.
You look at the condom wrapper and you smile in amusement.
I kiss you again, my tongue making wicked promises as it mates with yours. I break away, panting hard.
“You’ll see. Actually, you’ll feel while I taste.”
You watch as I tear open the packet and remove the unlubed condom. You rub my body in all the right places and grab the dental dam as I squeeze a drop of lube into the reservoir tip for your pleasure.
I stare hotly into your eyes as I bring the condom to my pouty lips. I lean over your straining cock and wrap my hand around the base, placing the flavored rubber slowly onto you. You’re so excited, sweetheart. You tense and groan as I swirl my tongue around the protected head, removing any potential air bubbles. You try to push deeper into my mouth as I roll the condom down, but I hold on to your hips to keep you still. For now, this is my show.
I finish and take a long swipe at you with my tongue as I come up. Mmm, minty fresh. I move to face your feet while you place the dental dam against my aching sex, and I take you deep into my mouth again as you lick me.
We are locked in a circle of lust; our muffled moans echo in the room as we take each other higher. You’re doing such incredible things to me with your mouth, and I’m eager to return the favor. You cry out and stiffen beneath me as I come against you, my head spinning from the explosion of pleasure and the taste of your minty passion in my mouth.
I want to do it all again.