MSD: Night Seventeen
It had been a long day. She was sitting in her cubicle, in front of her computer, working late due to an emergency in work load because, apparently, her department had stolen a new I.T. guy from their sister division across town. It has caused some “restructuring.” She’d even worked through lunch to help her team finalize the trimester reports. So, now it was 6:30 pm and all she could think about was a large steak… well, maybe one other nice piece of meat… She giggled to herself, not really wanting to keep her mind from wandering down the now-familiar thought path. Since the dream in her living room just five nights before, she had become… used to the idea of her dream lover. I mean, beggars can’t be choosers, right? She’d decided to just enjoy it, “take it as it comes,” so to speak. The rumble in her stomach brought her mind back the here and now… I’ve got to get something in me…
In the deli section of the grocery store, she looked, unimpressed, at the selection of pre-made dinners… Never what you want when you want it… She grabbed a turkey sandwich, thought twice about it, put it down and grabbed a shrimp ring, headed for the beverage aisle for a lovely Reisling to enjoy with dinner, went back to produce to get a lemon and found the center section had a bay of strawberries on special. The temptation was too great to pass up.
She melted some butter, wedged the lemon, hulled the strawberries and poured the wine. She sat down in the living room floor to eat, the lights turned down, a single candle flickering on top of the entertainment center… The clock on the DVD player read 8:52 pm… Just in time for CSI… She dribbled lemon juice on the shrimp, dipped one in the butter… Delicious… A sip of wine… Two more shrimp, a little Horatio, more wine, another shrimp… Then she heard her name. Her eyes flew open. Her stomach clenched, not in hunger. She drank in the sight of him in nothing but lounge pants, a can of whipped cream in his hands. Now, where did those strawberries go? He closed the distance between them to kneel beside her. He smiled that warm smile and she felt… safe… hot… chilled… and naughty. He plucked a berry out of the bowl, put just a taste of whipped cream on it, raised it to her mouth, but before he allowed her a bite, he traced the shape of her lips, outlining them with cream. As she swallowed the sweetness , he kissed her to share the flavors. Mmmm, he moaned, I’ve been craving something sweet. Another berry, more cream, this one leaving a trail down her neck. His soft tongue made quick work of that mess while his hands unbuttoned her pajama top. One more berry that he used to tease her, its coolness pressed against her hardening nipple until his tongue took over that to… The heat from his body washed over her in waves, in contrast to the chilled fruit blazing a path along her skin. He dipped it into her navel for a brief second, just enough to give her goosebumps as he chuckled against her skin. You are so mean…
If you think that’s mean, watch this… And with that he tucked his hands under and lifted her onto the couch, sliding her boyshorts off in one fell swoop. Now, this is mean… He picked up the whipped cream can, gave her that smile, put one quick burst of cold against the warmest part of her. He sat back for a second, while she could feel the cream melting down her lips, until he leaned in with the ferocity of a starving man and his mouth took possession of her. She flung her head back, taking in the sweet sensations driving her to the edge. His tongue wiggled inside her, opening her just enough to allow the orgasm to crash over her, eyes closed, breathing stopped, until she released the air she was holding in the form of a moan. God, I love the way you look when you come… She gazed down at him, imploring him with her eyes to fill her. He couldn’t resist that unspoken challenge, rose to his knees, slid his pants down, brought her cheeks to the edge of the cushion, positioned himself just at the outside, and slid home. Her eyes widened, taking in the sight of him plundering her, feeling him hit the deepest recesses of her with each stroke. Fuck me, she gasped, please keep fucking me… His hands went under her, lifting her to get a deeper angle… Yes, oh, God, yes!!!
I’m going to fill you with cum, baby… The heat of his orgasm sent her spiraling into her third of the night, melting in the furniture, his relaxed body covering hers as they both caught up with their breathing… This is most beautiful thing I’ve ever known… his voice rumbled against her shoulder, You are the most beautiful thing… She didn’t have the words to tell him in return, didn’t know how, sleep was pulling her under. As she breathed in, she could have sworn she heard him say I’ll see you tomorrow, love…
Horatio had caught up with the bad guy, her shrimp had gotten room temperature, but those strawberries were still terribly cool as she picked up her dinner plate, put the whipped cream back in the refrigerator and grabbed her pajama top of the floor. Tomorrow, she thought, tomorrow…
