Berries and Cream

Literotic asexstories – Berries and Cream by Noirette925,Noirette925
“Fuck!”

My long slender fingers stumbled around the plastic rectangular bottle. I lengthened my five-foot-two-inch body as much as I could to reach the spice bottle from the top shelf of the back of the cabinet. I felt my calves flexing, my belly button pulling into my spine, and my right arm stretching upwards as far as it can go. My toes were on demi-pointe, and I could feel them wanting to reach full pointe. They started to curl further, trying to elongate my body even more.

Just as I felt myself stretching as far as my short body can possibly go, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand, and a warmth at my back. A long arm stretched above me, grabbed the spice bottle, and brought it down, setting it down on the counter.

“Why didn’t you ask for help, love?” his smooth, sexy voice said in a low dulcet tone into my ear.

“I thought I could reach it,” I replied turning my head to see his gorgeous face. I can feel a dull pulse at my clit start when he doesn’t move.

“Eyes forward, angel,” he said calmly as I felt his hands on my waist.

I turned my head back towards the cabinet as I felt him running his hands up my waist to my arms, and then grabbing my wrists and placing them against the very top shelf. “God, I love how he takes control of me,” I thought to myself.

“Hold on to the shelf, and don’t let go unless I move you,” he said into my ear, his voice still carrying those low sexy tones. He brought his hands back down my body, but slower this time. As if he were committing to memory everything he was feeling under his fingers. A soft moan found its way through my lips and I took in a deep breath.

“Seeing your beautiful self in this pink linen romper and white lace bralette has been driving me insane all day. And seeing your body stretched out the way it was as you were reaching for the cinnamon unleashed something within me,” he said as he ran his fingers along my bare skin that shown through the sides of the pinafore romper, bringing shivers up my spine.

He pressed his hips against my ass, and I could feel his hard cock against me. I could feel my creamy wetness spilling out of me, coating my lips.

I could smell his scent, clean and comforting as he leaned in and kissed my neck. I tilted my head back and to the side, to let him have more access. His facial hair grazed a sensitive spot, and I instinctively squealed out a giggle and pulled my arms down.

SMACK! I felt a sharp but arousing sting across my right ass cheek, and I gasped.

“I told you not to move, didn’t I, love?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. It won’t happen again,” I said as I placed my hands back up on the shelf.

“That’s my good girl,” he breathed into my ear. “Do your panties match today, like I requested?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Let’s see, shall we?” he said as he began untying the shoulder straps of my romper.

One by one, the straps and the front and back of the romper fell down, hanging onto my hips. I closed my eyes as I felt his cool hands on my hot skin as he slipped them into the bottom half of the romper, pushing them to the floor. He ran his hands over my ass cheeks and ran his fingers inside my white lace thong, letting a sigh release as he felt my wetness on his fingers.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he reached up and pulled my wrists away from the shelf and spun me around.

He quickly positioned his body between my legs, and released the hair clip that held my long black hair out of my face. I saw a smile creep across his face, and he chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

“You look adorable with flour in your hair and smudged across your forehead, princess,” he said with a smile as he tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear.

I felt my face flush with a redness he wouldn’t see through my brown complexion. I opened my mouth to protest him calling me “princess,” but he pressed himself closer to me and his lips collided with mine. I brought my arms around his shoulders, crossing my wrists behind his neck, deepening our kiss. He tasted like strawberries and honey, and I found myself needing more of him. My tongue found its way behind his teeth, and his grip on waist went lower to my ass, pulling me up into the air. I quickly wrapped my legs around him as he set my ass on the edge of the counter, away from the pie tin and crust that I was starting to make filling for. My heart was pounding, and I could feel my creamy wetness soaking into my thong as my need for him fully bloomed into my chest.

My hands grabbed at his shirt as he slipped his fingers into my bralette and pulled it up and over my head, freeing my 32 DDDs. I pulled at his t-shirt again, lifting it over his head and dropping it behind him, and we both undid his jeans next, his belt clinking as he kicked them away. His mouth found mine again, and this time, it traveled down my neck while his hands pawed at my breasts and nipples. He squeezed, pulled and pinched anything he could find while devouring my neck, shoulders and collarbones. My breathing was erratic, his own breath creating a symphony with mine.

He moved down my body, right to where I needed him most. He hovered right over my wet mound and sank his teeth lightly into the white lace scantily covering what he wanted. He rubbed his nose on the outline of my lips, completely aroused.

“Oh my god, love. I will never get tired of you,” he said as he pulled my soaked thong away from my lips, a thick string of my creamy juice connected the lining of the thong to my slick center. “You’re so perfect.”

He closed his eyes as he laid several sweet kisses on my lips and clit. He started to drive me insane with desire and lust. I wanted to feel his soft, wet and warm tongue enveloping my clit and lips. I moaned softly and noticed my hips were already gently grinding on his lips. Finally, he opened his eyes and covered my entire wet sex with his mouth.

“Ohhhh!” I softly murmured in a shaky voice as I felt his tongue exploring exactly where I needed him.

I closed my eyes and almost slid off the counter, lost on the river of pleasure, and he was holding the paddles. My heightened senses detected the smell of the raspberries on the counter, wafting into my nostrils for a brief second. Before I could process what I was doing, I grabbed a handful of the soft, ripe berries, looked him in the eyes, and smushed them onto my chest, smearing the purplish red fruit and juices all over my naked breasts and nipples. I saw his hungry gaze follow the small rivers of juice running down the center of my tummy, and he tore his mouth away from my swollen cunt, lapping up every drop of juice his tongue could find. He wrapped one arm around my waist as he began sucking and licking the sweet fruit off my nipples. Just as I started to bring my messy fingers to my mouth, he grabbed my wrist with his free hand and brought my fingers to his mouth.

“Mine,” he growled and began to suck and lick the juices off of my fingers.

“Oh fuck,” I muttered as I watched him make out with my fingers.

His gaze snapped to mine. “Gulp. Fuck he’s so sexy,” I mused to myself. Before I could stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth, those three little words escaped my lips.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I breathed as he held my gaze.

I saw one corner of his mouth curl into a half smile, driving me further into sexual insanity. His mouth and tongue continued working on my fingers and palm as his eyes stayed locked on mine.

“Please?” I said in a lilting voice, pleading with my eyes.

He planted a final kiss into my palm before spinning me back around to face the counter.

“Hands back up on the shelf.”

As I did what was asked of me, he ripped into my lace thong, tearing it off of me. I turned my head around and raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’ll buy you a new one, angel,” he said with a smile as he pulled my hips roughly backwards onto his large thick cock.

I gasped sharply as felt him bottom out in one fluid movement. I gripped the shelf hard, and I felt my toes raise to demi-pointe again to meet his height. His hands moved to my small waist, pulling me into his thrusts with perfect synchrony. He felt so good buried deep inside me, and I couldn’t contain myself. The beautiful wet sucking sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my wetness combined with my blissful screams and the sounds of our naked hot bodies slapping together. I felt my pussy muscles tightening around his cock, and my thighs, ass cheeks, and lower back began to follow. The intense full feeling of needing to gush took root deep within my belly, and just as I felt myself letting go, my hands slid off the shelf.

THWACK! I felt the sharp sting of a wooden spatula against my ass, and I screamed louder, the shock of it causing my orgasm to become lost.

“I told you not to let go, baby girl. Hands up!” he growled as I heard the spatula clatter to the floor.

I obeyed, and he slowed down his thrusts. He pulled my head back by my hair, and with his other hand resting on my neck, he kissed me painfully slow. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his fingers gently caressing my collarbones and tracing the sinews in my neck. “You are safe, you are loved,” a small voice in the back of my head said. I flicked my tongue against his, and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, gently nibbling on him. He let a chuckle out in that smooth sexy voice of his, and I was ready for more.

He could feel it too, because he immediately began speeding up to his hard thrusts again. His hands still on my neck and in my hair, his head resting on mine, I heard him say, “Fuck you’re so tight. Mmmm, you feel so fucking good, love.”

That sent me over the edge. My pussy convulsed around his cock, my juices sprayed out of me. “FUUUUUUCK!!!” I screamed.

“That’s it, my good fucking girl. Squirt all over my cock,” he said into my ear. “Get this sweet pussy ready to take my load.”

“Yes, Daddy! Give me your cum, make me cum again!” I whispered to him.

I felt his grip in my hair and on my neck tighten and his legs began shaking as I felt him erupting inside me, filling me to the brim. My pussy convulsed around his cock once more as I felt him pulsing inside me. I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck, and then his teeth baring down on my skin as he emptied his balls inside me until there was nothing left.

Once he stopped convulsing inside me, he reached up and pulled my tired arms down. He gathered me into his arms, and down we went onto the squirt and cum ladden floor, laying amongst our discarded clothing. He kissed me softly, so sweetly, and looked at me with love and caring in his eyes. We didn’t care that we were laying in our own fluids and raspberry juice on a hard floor. Because we had what we needed. Each other.