Megan had never been so deliciously pestered while preparing dinner in her life! After a fruitless battle to win back the tee she had to accept that she would be grilling steaks butt naked.
At first she felt really uncomfortable standing in her birthsuit being scrutinized by a pair of sensual indigo eyes. At first he just observed from the safety of the other side of the kitchen but it didn’t last long as he sauntered over, his hands and mouth doing their own exploring.
“Jon! I’m working here!” she giggled as a warm tongue fizzled in her neck.
“Do your work then sweetness. I’m keeping myself busy. Idle hands and all that…”
“Jon I can’t…oh!”
A sting on her butt cheek made her froze.
“Stop complainin..I’m hungry woman and if you don’t feed my stomach in a few minutes I might just find something else to do…” with that he rolled a pink nub between his fingers.
The food was on the table ten minutes flat.
“Hhmmm..you sure know how to grill a steak to perfection baby…damn!” he took another bite, savoring the juicy, tender meat.
Megan giggled as she watched them sitting on the living room carpet, dining at the coffeetable as naked as the day they came into the world.
“I could get use to this you know?”
“What?”
“Getting an eyeful of muscled bliss while dining.”
“Muscled bliss? Where is that guy hiding?” He searched the room with his eyes, humor thick in his face.
“Oh don’t tell me Jon Bon Jovi is modest?” she stuck out her tongue.
“Me? Naaawwww, not really.” He puckered at her, bunching his biceps. Megan doubled up, laughing.
Stretching his legs, he leaned against the couch, patting his stomach.
“Now that was a meal!”
“Ok dessert time!” she jumped up and Jon roared.
“What? I saw there was some left!”
“Not much though.”
“Enough for what I have in mind.” She winked and Jon couldn’t help the flutter in the pit of his stomach.
Weaving his fingers together on his stomach, he waited.
Megan came back, the bowl, balanced in her hand.
HE pushed to sit up but one hand in the air stopped him.
“No need to get up Bongiovi. I like you just the way you are right now.”
“Ooohhh…hell..this sounds…nice.”
“Nice? Nice doesn’t even cut it mister…”
Stepping over him she looked down. His eyes were fixed at the dark triangle between her thighs and she snorted.
“So many things to admire, but you had to look there! God men are animals!”
“Hey! You offered to flaunt it so freely. I’m just taking what’s been offered!” Mischief changed his eyes to a deep cobalt.
Lowering herself, his smile grew wider.
“So baby girl am I the dessert for the evening?”
“Oooohhhhh yeah.” Dunking a forefinger in the mousse, she twirled her tongue around the tip.
“Fuck me…..”
“That’s just what I had in mind Bongiovi.”
“Don’t let me stop you…” just to show his complete surrender, he hooked his hand behind his head, stretching fully underneath her.
Two fingers disappeared into the mousse, coming out it was heaped with dark sweetness.
“You! Lay still…”
“Yes ma’am.”
She dotted a small blob on his nose.
“Ooh gee that’s romantic!” He snickered.
“HEY! I’m playing now!”
Fingers streaked across his jawline. She didn’t look but she could feel his eyes burning into her.
So the process went, taking more mousse and spreading it all over.
Two pink nipples changed to two chocolaty ones, the dark trail of fur running down his stomach were covered with chocolate. Jon’s chest was raising and falling quite heavily by the time she reached his belly button. His member was fully erect, twitching against her stomach.
Taking the last bit of chocolate mousse, she dabbed it all over its stiffness.
“Now for the taste.”
His hand flew from the back of his head and tangled in her hair. His eyes seemed wild and his body coiled in anticipation.
A hiss rushed from his lips when he felt her tongue tracing up his shaft, she alternated between licks and nibbles and smiled inwardly when his hips reared , spearing his manhood impatiently towards the cavern of her mouth.
Closing her mouth around the tip, he sagged against the back of the coach, suddenly boneless.
Taking him as deep as she could, she began a rhythm with her hand. His hips answered as instinct took over, shoving himself as deep as he could.
His head was rolling from side to side, soft mumbles floated from his mouth, too rushed for Megan to hear.
She let his manhood slip from her mouth and scoffed at his desperate..Aaaah fuck baby!
“I have some dessert left.”
“You’re evil..so damn..sshhhhhhhhhhhh..evil.”
She had busied herself with the moussefilled belly button, flicking in and out. When she was done she retraced her trail back upwards slowly. When she reached his chest she beamed at him.
“Now we can both have our dessert…”
Lifting herself she lowered onto his painfully erect shaft.
“Ahhhhhh..God!”
Their bodies met, starting the age old rhythm while Megan kept going with her slow torture. Her mouth sucked at the chocolaty nipples, then the strong jaw covered with sticky sweetness. With every lick Jon felt like exploding, Megan was sending him to an early grave.
When all the mousse was gone she focused on feeding on his now swollen lips, lips he had bitten until they were a shiny red pillow.
Nursing them with a wet tongue she, she licked and sucked.
When Jon clutched at her hips she knew their ultimate delight was rolling closer like a huge wave.
The rode through the untamed wave together, reaching the point of no return.
Megan slumped against him, cuddling up to the wet fur.
“Holy damn baby!”
“Back at ya mister.” She puckered at a nipple.
“Oh wait! I almost forgot!” she jerked up right.
“Whhaaaat now?!”
“This.” She leaned forward and stole the last speck of heavenly sugariness from the tip of his nose.
“Oh hell you are priceless!” he crushed her to him, not even trying to restrain the rumble threatening to throw Megan off his chest.
“I know that!”
The rumble was joined with a sweet giggle.
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