Elise

“I want to eat you, John,” Elise says as she takes you to her room.

You nod and smile, and then you bend down to kiss her. Her lips tremble
slightly -- whether from cold or excitement you're not sure -- as you run your tongue around them, then trace a path along her cheek to her earlobe. You nibble on it, she giggles and tries to pull away, but you draw her closer and kiss her once again. You stroke her cheek and, as you kiss deeply, your tongue darts through her lips, meeting and circling her own tongue. Then you slide your lips down her chin to nuzzle in the warmth of her neck. She sighs, whispers your name and runs her fingers lightly through your hair.

You guide her to a ‘chaise-longue’, sit her down and then kneel between her legs. Beginning at her neck, you kiss your way down to the hollow between her breasts. Her hands reach up and undo the buttons of her blouse. You nose your way beneath the fabric till your lips brush across her nipple. Your tongue encircles the tiny bud, your teeth lightly run across it and you feel it harden between your lips.

You breathe in her scent -- she smells as well as tastes delicious.

Now you kiss down her abdomen, pull her hips forward so she slides towards you. You undo her skirts, and then pull them and her stockings down together. The shadows of her quim beckon to you, the warmth of her sex hidden for a moment in the even darker shadows created by the dim light of the room.

You push the clothes to one side.

Her feet and legs now bare, you lift them up, kiss the soles of her feet, suck and nibble on her toes. She giggles, gasping that it tickles, but that it feels so nice and relaxing.

You gaze at her with her soft flesh glowing orange in the light of the
lamp, her full breasts peeking out from the two separated halves of her blouse.

You put her feet down, undo your own shirt. In front of you, she
spreads her legs wide, runs her finger across the soft mound between them, then slips it down between the folds of flesh.

Your shirt drops to the floor. You rise, undo your pants and push
them down letting them join her own garments.

She sits up, puts her hands on your hips and draws you forward. You
feel her face sifting through the tendrils of your pubic hair, her strong fingers kneading the muscles of your buttocks.

Now her mouth slides up the stalk of your cock, takes it in and sucks
on it. Your breathing quickens and it seems a raging fire cannot
equal the heat of your bodies. Her mouth slides up and down the length of your shaft and you feel its hardness and thickness within her mouth. Then she runs her tongue down to your balls. She sucks first one, then the other into her mouth, rolling them gently in the warmth and wetness there.

Once again her lips slide over the head. Her tongue flicks back and forth across it as her hand rubs your skin back and forth. Sucking and slurping, the noise excites you even more. You groan aloud and her pumping and suckling intensifies. You sense a stirring within your
balls and you know it will only be a matter of a few seconds before—

Elise’s hand jerks faster on your shaft. “Come for me, John,” she begs. “I must devour you!”

“Uhhnn--!” You moan once more, and then your hips jerk spasmodically and your hot cream explodes into Elise’s mouth. She gulps quickly, trying to take it all, but your load comes too fast for her and some of it quickly fills her mouth, seeps through her lips and dribbles down her chin. Several more delicious spasms and you are spent.

Elise smiles at you, wipes away the jism from her chin with her finger. Her tongue slides over your cockhead, lapping the remaining juice from its swollen head.

“Eh bien, that was as pleasurable for you as for me, M’sieur John?”

You grin and nod your head.