That Vegas Weekend Renewed Pt 3

Michael felt the scarf tighten down around his wrist, pinning it to the headboard. He was usually not one for bondage but there was something about it that was turning him on. He raised his other hand willingly and allowed her to tie it down as well. Suddenly it occurred to him what exactly that mask was for. He mumbled against her lips in an attempt to speak. When she pulled back he said, “What happened to breakfast?”

Whitney slid the black mask over his eyes. His senses were peaking without his vision to aid him. His sense of touch was heightened, he could feel the heat from her body against his. He heard her whisper, “Would you like me to serve breakfast now love?”

Suddenly her lips were at his collar bone, a small kiss left there, then a small bite on the right side of his chest just above his nipple. Teeth grazed across his nipple, then a tongue ran across it, the wet warmth causing it to stiffen. Small, wet kisses trailed down his stomach to his bellybutton, he started to become aroused at the anticipation. The warmth of her hands rested on either side of manhood as it raised of its on accord. Then the slight erotic pain of nails scratching down his pelvis, thighs and lower legs as she slid from the bed.

He could hear her light footsteps across the floor heading toward the kitchen and the sound of a bird calling in the distance. He could distinctly smell fried butter in the air and the strong, bitter aroma of the coffee on the nightstand. He also detected a scent that he could only relate to oranges or lemons, it was some kind of citrus, perhaps orange juice. With his senses being bombarded with information, every second that passed seemed like an eternity.

Whitney placed a plate of chocolate chip pancakes and dark chocolate syrup on a metal tray. She added the small bowls of strawberries, orange slices, whipped cream, pineapple cubes and the banana slices. Once the tray was assembled she carried it to the main room and set it on the table beside the bed. The sight of Michael lying there at her mercy caused a ripple of pleasure to pass through her body.

Michael heard something being set on the table and the scent of citrus became stronger. He heard the scrape of metal against metal, then a clink of metal against glass. Suddenly his nose was flooded with the scent of chocolate and butter, he felt something warm against his lips and licked them instinctively. The taste of dark chocolate flooded his mouth, then the bite of pancake and chocolate was a new experience. He had never tasted anything without being able to see it first.

Whitney dipped a strawberry into the whipped cream and took a bite of it. She licked the cream and juice from the flavorful berry and leaned forward and kissed Michael, sharing the sweet flavor with him. She picked up a slice of banana and dipped it in the chocolate and slipped it between his lips. A small drop of chocolate dripped onto his chin, Whitney could not resist the chance and licked the chocolate off of his chin and kissed him again.

Standing up slowly, Whitney stripped off her clothing and let it fall to the floor. She straddled his naked body, resting her damp sex against his engorged manhood. The pineapple was next on her list as he picked up a cube and slid it along his lips, rocking her hips forward and back teasing them both. She took an orange slice between her lips and touched his lips with it.

Michael could feel the heat and wetness from her excitement, then something touched his lip and he opened his mouth once more. The taste of the orange was sweet yet tart and the feel of her lips against his made this sexual torture all the more wonderful. She pulled away from him slightly and continued to rock her body forward and back. A new sensation made its way down his chest as something warm was dripped there.

Whitney began to lick the dark chocolate from his chest, starting from his bellybutton and moving upward. With the taste of chocolate fresh on her tongue she buried it between his lips in a deep kiss. The soft moan that escaped his lips gave her a new idea. She nibbled her way down his chest, her hand holding a small bowl. Upon reaching his manhood, Whitney coated him in whipped cream from tip to base.

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