Page 44 of The Taste

But no, there she was in the flesh. Only flesh. And... there was something else. He smiled, letting his lips curl up at the corners. Her vulva was submerged beneath a mountain of little, multi-colored candies. Oh how he wanted to bury his face into that mound. Fuck, the sweetness he would find there. I am going to devour you, he thought.

But wait, there was more. Two little globes of pale ice cream were perched on top of two of the most perfect pert breasts he’d ever seen. The base had begun to melt, and trickles of pale cream were running down her breasts. He wanted it to be his cum. A thousand curses entered his brain, and pinged off each other, he wasn’t thinking straight.

He ripped his gaze up to her face. She blinked back at him, arousal, mischief, such confidence. It was almost more intoxicating than her body was covered in sweet treats. Almost.

He stepped closer, one step, then another. She was real, this was all real, she wasn’t going to disappear, she wasn’t going to send him away. She wanted this. She wanted him.

As he stepped up to her, his gaze devoured her. Then his hands came up to touch her. She trembled in anticipation.

He felt a tremble run through him, too. His hands came to just above her hips, not disturbing the pile of M&M’s. His hands skimmed up her sides, firmly but tenderly. Until he came to her breasts. He groaned again. He bent over her, his eyes lapping her up. He tipped his mouth down to her breasts, then put his whole mouth over her nipple, as much as he could take. The little globe of ice cream disappeared fully into his mouth.

Fuck. He was painfully aroused, not just his hard dick, but all over his body, he felt this painful need for her, a tightness. On her other nipple, the ice cream had melted more than the first one. He better get on that before it melted completely. He ripped his mouth from the breast he was currently ravishing and replaced his mouth with his hand. They were getting fucking messy tonight. He took her nipple in between his thumb and the side of his index finger, cupping the rest of her breast with his hand. He pinched lightly. She reeled. He loved watching and hearing her reactions. She was so sensitive, so present, so completely dedicated to everything he was doing. He’d never felt like this before.

He took a deep breath and moved his mouth to her other breast. He licked this time. Licked from her skin, catching a thick trickle of melted ice cream in his path, as he moved up to the peak of the mount. He licked. He could look her in the eyes again, from this position. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed with desire, half closed, almost in a stupor. That was how he wanted her to feel and more. He brought his tongue into his mouth, took a second to enjoy the ice cream, before swallowing, sucking his tongue to ensure it was clean, and then sticking it out and licking again. Lapping it up. Lapping her up.

He suddenly felt something on his groin. Fuck. He silently stuttered. He tore his gaze from her face to look, and found a hand stroking the bulge in his jeans. Groping. Her little, delicate hand made the bulge in his jeans look inhuman. He couldn’t have her hand there, doing what she was doing. He was thrilled she was seeking him out, touching, feeling her way, reaching for him. It was more than he’d dared to hope. But if she kept on, he’d blow in his jeans. He didn’t want that, he wanted to blow his load inside her, all over her. He reached for her hand, and took it in his, moving it with a low warning growl. He held onto it, getting the other in his one hand, too, and raised them up above her head again. Her breasts arched up into the air and he engulfed her breast to finish off the ice cream on it. Then he pinched her nipple in between his lips. He licked mercilessly now at the excess that had dripped down into her sternum, her ribs.

“You haven’t taken off any clothes, Phantom,” she breathed. He let go of her hands and strode around the counter so he was nearer the mound of M&M’s at her core. He stood at the bottom of the counter, placing his large hands on her rib cage, skimming lower, but not touching the mound. He stared. She could see him easily now. He hadn’t taken any notice of what she had said. But was eyeing her like she was a meal and he hadn’t eaten in days. Weeks.

His name on her lips, he’d dreamed of that, begged for it silently into the darkness. He had to hear it again. He had to. Even if it wasn’t his real name.

He kept eye contact as long as possible, but then once he had his mouth around the ice cream globe, his eyes shut. He groaned. Her skin was hot, the ice cream was cold. He lifted the melting ice cream into his mouth with his tongue. He made a sound like he was eating something delicious. Her very hard nipple, and the ice cream. His tongue flicked her almost numb. Then his teeth nibbled. She squealed. It sent a tightness shooting through his body, deep into his balls. He did it again, and engulfed her breast again with his mouth, then nibbled around her nipple.

With his hands bracing her just above her hips, he lowered his mouth to her candy covered vulva. He buried his face in it. He felt the M&M’s shift around his face. His stubbled chin brushed against her mound. She gasped and jolted, a faint clatter as some candy hit the floor. Then he opened his mouth, and ended up with mainly a mouthful of M&M’s. He pulled away to crunch down on them, looking up at her and he smiled. He smiled like a little boy on Christmas day, with a mouthful of chocolate. She smiled back at him.

Then his mouth was back and he felt the little pearl of her clit.

“Oh god!” she rasped. He flashed his eyes up to her, trying to read her face. Her eyes rolling back was enough positive feedback for him to keep going. His warm tongue lashed against her sensitive clit. Then his mouth nibbled her labia. She pressed into his mouth by angling her hips again. More M&M’s tinkled to the floor.

He silently begged, into her pussy, silently mouthed the words he longed to say, “Scream my name, Sophie”. He hadn’t mouthed any words for years, a lifetime. He was asking something from the universe. He hadn’t done that for what seemed like a thousand years. Phantom wanted to speak. He wanted to open his mouth, the words itching now on his tongue, burning, needing to fall out. He thrummed his tongue against his teeth, testing how much they clung on.

“Phantom, your mouth…” she whispered. He heard. His tongue licked along her crease now, little chocolates shifted. He pulled away and crunched the candy quickly. She giggled. But he only paused long enough to swallow them and then his tongue was back. It licked into her core.

She was so wet and tasted so good. Sweet, like absolution. With every lick he felt himself getting closer and closer to forgiving and trusting himself. With every taste of her he felt the human returning and the monster fading. He pulled up and looked at her.

She could read him like a book. “Yes, you’ve made me so wet for you.” She answered as if he’d asked a question.

He looked up at her. He let out a long, low breath. He wanted to hear his name in her mouth again. His name on her tongue. He wanted to eat her words, eat the very name she spoke. Luxuriate in them, like they were expensive champagne truffles and he had the chocolate box open and was binging all night long.

She thrust her hips up impatiently. Yes, she was right, he was dawdling. She needed to come now. He needed to make her come. Enough play, time to get down to work.

He dug his hands into the M&M’s that remained and lifted her hips out of them to his mouth. He grazed his stubbled chin along her inner thigh, and sucked her clit. He lowered her hips again but kept one hand on them, grasping firmly. The other, he brought up to her core, and slipped two fingers inside her in one fluid motion. With how wet she was, his fingers were devoured by her throbbing pussy. He purred as she gasped. He curled his fingers and began a slow, steady beckoning motion, while gently sucking on her clit.

Oh, she was falling now. He knew it, because he’d pushed her. She squealed through clenched teeth, and bucked though his hand kept her firmly in place. And then she shuddered and screamed. Her eyes slammed shut tight and her whole body tensed up, clenching, as she came hard.

She opened her eyes and took some deep breaths. She smiled to herself, looking up at the ceiling above her momentarily. Oh, this had been a good idea after all.

She blinked, he wasn’t at her crotch any more. He’d moved so that he stood directly next to her head. His fingers, undoing his jeans. The button, the zipper, then they were down. She saw a flash of black boxer briefs, and then he tugged them down. Bending so he shoved them right down to his ankles. He hadn’t taken his boots off, or his T-shirt. Just his strong, long thighs, laced in fine brown hair. His thigh muscles were delectable. There was a tattoo, and a scar on one of his thighs, she absently thought it looked like a stab wound, but then she felt his hands in her hair, tipping her head up.

He angled her head so she got an up close view of his bare crotch. His large, pierced cock. Jesus, she’d never seen anything like it. A barbell stud on the head of his penis, and one on the underside, too, a piercing right vertically through his throbbing hard cock. His balls hung heavy, and dark, but his dick was rigid, pulsing full of blood. There was a ring with a ball on it at the top of his pubic area. She’d never seen that before. Perfect placement for her clit, she thought greedily. He was trimmed, it was not the mass of dark curls she was expecting. He was not clean shaven, he’d used clippers to trim it all down to a neat half inch or so of length. She blinked up, trying to catch a glimpse of his stomach, trying to see how much of the hair continued upwards. But his T-shirt stopped her. Maybe another time. His cock stuck out directly to her, like a divining rod seeking water. It was thirsty, and she could quench him. She knew what he wanted. She looked up into his eyes. His face was flushed. His eyes, though, were on fire with lust. Something in him begged her to do this for him. It was a bold move, she couldn’t deny it. They hadn’t kissed, he hadn’t taken off his T-shirt. When she’d thought of him coming back, she’d imagined a quickie. She imagined a hasty kiss, pulling off his T-shirt. Penetrative sex, stood up, against a wall. Like what had happened before, but more movement. Actual sex. A quick fumble, grunting and panting. He would come. That would be that.

But this… this was something else. His hand went to her cheek, skimmed it tenderly then held it firmly, tilting her head. She went one better. She’d only done this once before and she wasn’t very good at it. But she wanted to try it with him. She slid closer on the counter. More M&M’s dropped onto the floor. She laid back again, so that her head was just tilting off the edge of the counter. Tipped back just enough, most of the weight taken still by the counter. He had one hand in her hair, and one hand now on her chin, on her throat. He let a thumb drift into her mouth. He rubbed it against her tongue. Groaned and rubbed her saliva around her lips. Then he put his cock to her lips. His gaze fixed upon it.

He gently pushed in. She pulled him in, too. Her hands went to his buttocks, bare and warm, and she pulled him toward her. She felt his hot, velvet skin and the tang of metal on her tongue. She sucked, and licked, he pushed and she pulled. He glided in and out of her mouth in long, fluid motions. He made a noise, it sounded like a hiss. She tried to look up, but couldn’t see very well with the angle. She took him in and out at a slightly different angle, gently skimming along with her teeth. He gasped as the piercing clacked lightly against her teeth. She pulled him in until he hit the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat, and swallowed him down, taking him further. Until her lips touched his base and she couldn’t breathe. He began to thrust in and out mercilessly. She fought the urge to gag and let him have his way.

Deep throating him, she saw his eyes were riveted on her throat, watching as he filled it. He glanced up and over her naked body and then dragged his eyes back to her. And then she swallowed. Her throat hurt because with his cock down it, she couldn’t swallow properly, but she kept her eyes fixed on him. This was for him. And it was having the outcome she wanted. He had to grit his teeth. She let out quiet choking sounds and kept him there. Oh he was close, she could tell. It had taken hardly any time at all.

She pushed him out then and took a breath. Her saliva dripped off his cock and onto her face. What a mess. But she didn’t care. His hands closed around her face, and he thrust into her mouth again, fast now, an unrelenting pace. He didn’t push down her throat again, and she just kept her mouth open, her tongue lapping his head as he passed. She kept the pressure in her lips, and he let himself get lost in her mouth. Again and again until he couldn’t take it anymore.

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