This man... Adam.
I’m seeing him for 3 years already and still can’t hold myself of coming to him.
He always prepares...
As you open his door and inside, the air carried a soothing blend of vanilla and something woody and warm, perhaps sandalwood. The whole place felt calm and almost reverent. He turns on the aroma and low lights every time before I come. It’s like the rare luxury of time to myself.
This time was different... The first, I noticed something new on the bed. Nestled amongst
bottles of massage oil and satin blindfolds was a sleek metallic tube with understated lettering. It was an oral gel, and the flavour was listed as Passion Fruit. Even the name sounded indulgent, conjuring thoughts of holidays and carefree pleasures.
Adam has always been affectionate and attentive, and the intimacy we shared had become one of the ways we remained close after years together. He is patient, loving and wonderfully generous, something I appreciate deeply. Every time he gives the sort of thing glamorous women in films might buy without a second thought.
“Adam?” I said slowly.
“Hmm?" he replied, barely looking up.
“I can see you picked up something new today,” I whispered near his ear.
That got his attention immediately. Setting his phone aside, he turned towards her with a curious smile.
“Hm, I can see you too,” Adam looked at me from top to the bottom. I wonder he noticed, when I slipped out of my clothes and changed into a black silk camisole. It was simple, but flattering, skimming over my curves and ending high on my thighs.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I held the small tube in my hand, feeling both daring and excited. Unscrewing the cap, I squeezed a little onto my fingertips and applied on my clit and vagina.
The scent that drifted up was surprisingly vivid - sweet tropical notes of ‘passion’ fruit, almost like sunshine in a bottle. Adam moved closer, climbing onto the bed with that confident, familiar look that always made my pulse quicken.
Firstly, he slowly went down and started to explore my pussy. A jolt of pure pleasure, sharp and shocking, shot through me. The gel was with some effects. The sensation of his warm, wet tongue against the cool was divine, a perfect fusion of heat and chill. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure appreciation that vibrated right through me, and began to lick me in earnest. His tongue was everywhere, lapping, swirling, exploring, driving me slowly and expertly out of my mind.
A few minutes later, I gently ran my fingers through his hair, causing him to lift his head. His eyes were dark with desire, his expression soft and utterly devoted.
“What does it taste like?” I whispered, unable to hide my smile.
Adam chuckled softly.
“Honestly? Like sweets,” he said, his voice rough and affectionate. “Passion fruit, but, and
mango... but underneath all that, it still tastes like you. And somehow, the two together are
perfect.”
Hearing those words sent another warm rush through me. Seeing how something so simple could make him so happy and enthusiastic was strangely empowering.
He dove back down with renewed fervor, his tongue flicking and circling with a desperate,
focused hunger. The pressure inside me coiled, tighter and hotter, until it finally snapped in a blinding wave of release. I came with a sharp cry, my body arching off the bed as the orgasm washed over me, leaving me trembling and breathless.
As I lay there, panting and glowing in the aftermath, a new idea sparked in my pleasure-fogged mind.
Propping myself up, I gently nudged Adam onto his back. The desire I saw in him was obvious, and with a mischievous smile, I quickly undid the button and zip of his jeans, easing them down.
I squeezed a little more of the tropical fruit gel onto my fingertips. Adam watched her with wide eyes, barely breathing, as I carefully spread the sweet, sticky liquid over his cock. He drew in a sharp breath at the cool sensation.
I lowered myself and kissed his dick softly, enjoying the taste and the closeness they shared. It was exactly as Adam had described, only from her side now - an initial burst of fruity sweetness followed by something uniquely his. I took my time, started slowly to go up from his balls to the top. Then I felt this gel started to cool my mouth, what gave me to stroke his cock so deep, which made him to moan deeply.
Then I swirled my tongue, savoring the way the sweet gel mingled with his salty essence, driving him to the same edge of madness he had just pushed me over.
Later, we lay entwined beneath the sheets, completely content, with the faint scent of tropical fruit and sex lingering in the air around us. Adam pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, and together we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other and perfectly satisfied.
