39 comments/ 24481 views/ 9 favorites Truffles with a Tryst By: SweetErika My amazing editing beta readers deserve most of the credit for providing so much honest, valuable feedback on this piece. Thank you, my friends; I am truly grateful for all of your time and effort, and hope you're proud to see your hard work come to life. ***** Julia shrugged the robe off of her shoulders, letting it slip to the floor, and stepped through the curtain of steam into the shower. The current of hot water hitting her was shocking at first, but she soon relaxed into it, allowing her body to be caressed, embraced; her mind slipping into the dream-like state that made this her favorite time of the day. Massaging shampoo into her hair, her thoughts slid to him. They hadn't seen much of each other lately; overloaded work and social schedules added a distance that made Julia ache. She longed for him to be there, tangling her hair in his strong fingers, capturing her full lips in a kiss, trapping her between his body and the shower wall. Tilting her head back, her long neck was exposed to an oral assault while the stream cascaded down her chest-length blonde hair. As Julia finished cleansing her body, she envisioned wrapping her arms around his neck, her sudsy breasts gliding around his chest. A moan escaped her lips as his slick, pulsating manhood pressing against her belly urgently, making her feel so desired, lustful. Stretching a long leg out and resting it on the shower wall, she smoothed a handful of shaving cream along the length, and began to shave from ankle to hip with practiced strokes. Giving the same treatment to the other, she couldn't help but think how he would love seeing her on display in this position. Her cheeks burned. The thought of exposing herself so brazenly was something Julia could sail through confidently in her fantasies, but could never take action when the opportunities presented themselves. The decidedly irrational fear and shame were source of dissatisfaction and conflict for both of them. Last time they were together he had said something like, "I know you want to be truly carefree and intimate, so I just don't understand why you don't take more steps to overcome this," and sometimes took her unwillingness to try personally. She didn't have a good answer for him then, or now. Julia bit her lower lip in frustration and positioned her mound under the water, allowing the heat to prepare her skin. Picking up the shaving cream once again, she turned around and rubbed a dollop onto her mons and labia, waiting for a moment before picking up the razor she had dedicated to this task. She started at the top, shaving carefully around the small, neatly trimmed patch of hair. Stretching her skin upward slightly and working by touch, Julia ran the razor up vertically, then horizontally across each lip to ensure every bit would be smooth for his tongue. She could almost feel its slightly rough texture gliding along her now-silken skin, the shocking sensations fanning out and instantly making her lubricate. Finished, she removed the showerhead from its cradle and began to rinse her body, starting with her shoulders. Julia moved the stream down slowly, delighting at the feel of the water licking at her tits and catching her nipples just right. She continued down to wash the shaving cream residue off of her pussy, gasping as the jets stroked her ultra-sensitive, bare skin. Julia allowed her mind to wander back to him as she parted her labia to make sure each bit was clean. She could feel the slick juices at her opening, just starting to spread. Changing the setting on the showerhead to Pulse, she imagined the water was his tongue, probing her folds, lapping at her clit with fury. She could almost see him there, kneeling between her open legs, the water making his dark hair, strong shoulders and back glisten. His eyes were closed, and he murmured sounds of enjoyment, like he was savoring a fine meal. She pressed against his lips, her clit straining against its hood as his tongue circled and flicked with astounding agility. Julia's heart was hammering, her breath coming rapidly, as she repositioned the stream to include her opening and tight little bud, imagining he was stroking each, preparing her for his cock. He knew she wanted to be invaded, taken and possessed by someone who wanted her more than anything. She pushed her head back against the wall and allowed the feeling of his power and desire to wash over her. Clenching her muscles tightly brought her to the brink, but she relaxed, holding off for a moment longer, as she relished the experience of dancing on the edge, her body screaming for release. Taking a deep breath, she imagined him standing and thrusting into her, her entire body spasming in time to the contractions of her pussy and womb. Julia dropped the showerhead; with water flying everywhere, she moved her hand to her pussy to feel the result of the fantastic interaction with her lover. She brought her slippery, juice-coated fingers to her lips, licking and sucking them clean, just as he would do. Physically satisfied for the moment, but still yearning to be with him, Julia replaced the showerhead, rinsed, and shut off the water. She slid open the door just enough to grab a fluffy towel, quickly closing it again so the heat wouldn't escape. With a combination of soft patting and brisk strokes, she dried her body and wrapped the towel around her head. Upon opening the shower door fully and feeling the cold air bite at her still-stiff nipples, Julia chastised herself for dropping her robe on the floor across the bathroom, instead of hanging it on the hook next to the shower as she usually did. She quickly made her way to the robe and slipped it on as fast as possible. Turning to face the large mirror, Julia noted her flushed cheeks and chest with a satisfied smile. She gave the towel on her head a quick rub and removed it to reveal a mess of darkened, fragrant hair. Julia faced the mirror again and began her quick ritual that started with untangling her hair with her fingers, and ended with a touch of powder, eye shadow, lash tint and lip-gloss. She'd always been embarrassed at being called a 'classic beauty' and complimented on her nearly perfect skin; the praise didn't match her poor self-image, and struck her as pure flattery. However, she didn't see the point of piling on a lot of makeup, and instead chose just a few products that accentuated her features. Satisfied with the result of her work, she sauntered out of the bathroom and entered her walk-in closet to dress. Looking through her huge drawer of lingerie, she thought about what her lover would enjoy seeing her in most. Her eyes settled on the new red satin and lace bra and panties, which were a perfect match to the heat that was burning inside of her. She slipped them on, positioning her breasts for maximum cleavage and shivering as the thought of him stroking her rounded ass through the panties ran through her mind. Julia moved toward the full-length mirror in the back of her closet. She appraised her image carefully, skimming her fingertips over her shoulders, circling around the large twin mounds, tracing the indentation of her waist, and finally grazing over her full hips and thighs. Usually, she saw her curvy body negatively, picking out and magnifying flaws until she was filled with self-loathing, but now she was starting to view herself through his eyes: luscious, huggable, perfectly beautiful. He pulled her out of the maelstrom of self-doubt, making her feel liberated, comfortable, confident and incredibly sexy. Today she found those qualities with just the thought of him, realizing they were starting to come from within. Smiling at this breakthrough, Julia considered what she would wear to meet her lover. She decided her tailored, wine-colored, button-down shirt and a simple black silk skirt that was roomy enough to be flipped up at his whim, matched her sexy mood perfectly and would make him long to rediscover her body. Julia rubbed a dab of her favorite perfume on her wrists, neck and cleavage to release its true aroma before donning her outfit. Finally, she chose some elegant jewelry and stepped into her sexiest black high heels to complete her look. A final inspection of her reflection revealed a striking young woman ready to tantalize and gratify her lover like no other. What was it about him that stirred these feelings in her, even after they had been apart for some time? Was it the tension created by their dissimilar, yet complementary, personalities, or the way he often led her into new territory, nudging her to push her limits? "Ugh...limits. I have to overcome this stupid fear of him truly seeing me. I don't want to make excuses or hide anymore. I can't—I won't—do that to us," she whispered to the grimacing woman in the mirror. Snapping back to reality, Julia grabbed a black purse and transferred the essentials into it. With confident strides punctuated by the click of her heels on the hardwood, she made her way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before setting out. Driving through her neighborhood, Julia reviewed the call that had woken her up this morning. She'd grabbed the phone just before the voicemail had picked up, mumbling, "Hello?" sleepily. "Good morning, Gorgeous!" he said in his usual chipper tone, which was mildly irritating this early. "Um..." Julia cleared her throat. "Um, hi. Good morning to you, too," she said, trying to muster enthusiasm she didn't feel. "I'm sorry to wake you, Sleeping Beauty, but my afternoon meeting downtown was just cancelled, and I was wondering if you were free for a meeting of our own," he said in that deep bass that made her melt. He lowered his voice, adding, "Too many things have conspired against us spending time together lately. I miss you terribly." Julia's heart jumped, and she wondered how he could have such an effect on her with so few words. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself and said, "I know, and I miss you too. It's just that neither of us has been able to get away from work and..." She trailed off, not wanting to step further into the minefield of issues and guilt. "Anyway, I'm working at home this morning, and have a few errands to run downtown, but can be free after that." "Fine. Great! I'll grab a room at the Hyatt on Fourth so we don't waste a bunch of time commuting." "Perfect," she replied, fully awake and smiling. "Meet me in the hotel bar at 2:30 then." "Yes, I'll see you there," she confirmed with a nod, excitement welling up in the pit of her stomach. "Good. I love you," he lowered his voice, "and I can't wait to show you how much with my mouth, hands and cock." "Is that right?" she challenged with a throaty laugh, the effect of his words evident to both of them. "Well, as long as you're prepared for me to love you back..." "I wouldn't have it any other way. I'll see you soon, Julia." "Yes, you will. Bye." She'd laid back and thought about the possibilities for their rendezvous until her alarm tore her from her fantasies. Now, Julia realized she was nearing the city and him. She ripped herself away from those thoughts and focused on planning her route for the errands. She had to drop off some materials for her graphic design business at the printer, and add a finishing touch to a gift basket for a girlfriend. After a few laps around the block, she snagged a great parking space, gathered her materials and set off down the sidewalk. Julia usually got attention from men, but today many of the women passing by looked at her and smiled as she strode toward the printer, her confidence increasing with each step. She finished her business at the print shop, and walked to a nearby shopping complex, still attracting plenty of glances and smiles from passersby. Once inside, she headed to her favorite chocolate shop. "Would you like to sample our newest Café au Lait truffle?" the woman at the counter asked and held out a tray of white chocolate-coated bonbons topped with a bit of gold leaf. "Do you have to ask?" Julia queried back with a grin and reached for one. Taking a small bite and letting it melt in her mouth, she discovered it was filled with a smooth, espresso-flavored ganache. The white chocolate coating provided the perfect balance to the coffee's punch. She immediately thought of her lover, a coffee and chocolate aficionado, and asked the saleswoman for a small gift box of the new truffles in addition to those she'd chosen for her friend. As they moved to the register, Julia realized it was already 2:00 and she'd have to move quickly to meet her lover at the hotel on time. Shopping had been a nice diversion, but she couldn't wait to see him, and now felt some butterflies as images of the possibilities for their upcoming encounter flashed through her mind. Would he spend hours exploring every inch of her body with those eyes, hands and hot, talented mouth? Was he going to torture her with pleasure, giving her one orgasm after another until he knew she couldn't take it anymore? Would he rub his cock up and down her soaked pussy, giving her a satisfied smile as he moved up to focus on her clit, teasing her entrance with the tip until she begged him to bury himself in her? Or, maybe he would be overcome by his lust, tearing her clothes off without his mouth leaving her body, hands exploring her urgently, pinning her against the wall before thrusting his engorged cock into her passionately? However it happened, Julia knew it would be incredible; she was already wet with anticipation. She arrived at her car, and settled behind the wheel for the short drive to the Hyatt. Navigating through the downtown traffic always set her on edge. Today was no exception, and the anticipation of seeing him heightened her tension. She practiced her yoga breathing as a black Mercedes cut her off and pedestrians continued to cross well after her light turned green. 'In...two...three...four. Hold...two...three...four. Out...two...three...four. Wait...two...three...four,' Julia repeated in her head, feeling the extra stress dissolve as she arrived at the entrance to the hotel parking garage. In a few minutes, she had slipped the chocolates in her purse, secured her car and was riding the elevator to the lobby. Julia grabbed her compact and lipstick out of her handbag, quickly checking her makeup and hair before the car settled to a stop and the doors glided open. She smiled as she disembarked, secure in the knowledge that she looked as good as she had upon leaving the house, and her lover was anxiously awaiting her arrival in the bar. Guests and staff eyed Julia as she made her way across the marble lobby, the staccato clack of her heels commanding attention. Instead of avoiding eye contact out of self-consciousness as she sometimes did, she looked back at them boldly, grinning inside. Reaching the entrance to the bar, she scanned the sparsely populated, darkened room to find her lover. As her eyes settled on his familiar, character-filled face, her heart leapt – this was the man who had consumed her heart and mind, and now the thought of him devouring her body shortly was almost too much to bear. 'This is sheer desire,' she thought, feeling her nipples stiffen. Julia took a deep breath; approaching the intimate booth tucked in a little corner of the bar with a distinctly feminine gait, her gaze focused on him. He glanced at his watch, her movement capturing his notice as he looked up. She froze a few feet from him as their eyes locked and he rose. She watched him examine her from head to toe, taking note of how his gaze paused at certain features: the 'Fuck Me' heels that accentuated her high arches and strong calves; the treasure chest that was her soft, black skirt; her voluminous breasts, which could only look more perfect with his cock nestled in the crevasse between them. His brown eyes blinked and moved back up to her heart-shaped face, complete with soft lips and cheeks that flushed as he looked at her hungrily. Still staring into her eyes, he stepped forward, took her hand and spun her around slowly, giving her ass a playful spank as it came into view. Julia was smiling as she turned back to face him. "Hi," she said with a quiet intensity. "Hi, back," he replied. "You look incredible. Delicious." Noting his stylish business attire and recent haircut, she looked into his warm eyes, and said, "Thank you, so do you," genuinely. "Well, as much as I want to bend you over right here, let's have a drink and get reacquainted," he said, finishing his thought. Julia's heart skipped a few beats. "Hmm, I can't wait to drink you, but for now..." she paused, her notorious indecisive streak rearing its head. "For now, I'll have a..." "You'll have a Cosmopolitan," he completed her sentence and signaled to the bartender. "I suppose that'll do," she said, winking, as he placed his large hand on her lower back and guided her into the plush booth. They were silent until their drinks arrived a moment later, the anticipation and attraction getting to them. Taking a sip of his fine scotch, he covered her hand with his, stroking her silken skin with his fingertips. It was such a simple touch, but the little things like that sent shockwaves through her body and spirit. Julia tested the Cosmo, her tastebuds dancing as the sweet and sour flavors in the icy liquid melded, savoring the way the warmth spread, echoing the heat of her lust. She was terribly anxious to be alone with him, but had to admit the added expectancy of being forced to wait was a nice touch on his part. "How did your errands go? Did you get everything done?" he asked as he placed his hand on Julia's knee, pulling her out of her thoughts. "Yes, they went very well. I even got a treat for you," she said, eyes sparkling. "Is that right?" He took a small sip of the scotch, hand creeping up to her mid-thigh. "It isn't under here, is it? Hmm?" With a raised eyebrow, he started stroking her warm inner thighs teasingly, causing her to gasp and part her legs just enough for his hand to slip in between. Julia grinned. "Good guess, but, no. It happens to be in my purse, and you'll have to wait until later. Good things come..." "In small packages?" he interrupted. "Well, yes, sometimes, but..." "In you. In your mouth. In your dripping pussy. In between those amazing tits. In your hands. In your tight ass," he fired off and stared at her in amusement. She rolled her eyes and muttered, "Oh God," melodramatically in an effort to hide the shiver his words sent rippling through her body. In reality, this was one of their favorite games; she adored his sharp mind and their verbal sparring. "...to those who wait!" he proclaimed with a hearty chuckle. "You're incorrigible!" She beamed. "And, just for that, I may make you wait for your good things a little longer." With that, his fingertips found, and started stroking, the crotch of her satin panties. They moved up and down the ridge of each sensitive lip, brushing her clit, before settling in the valley. Her eyes squeezed shut and she tilted her head back involuntarily as he applied a little more pressure, the material slithering between her labia. She knew his fingertips were becoming damper by the second and his hardened cock must have been jumping eagerly by the change in his breathing pattern. "From the feel of it, Luscious, neither of us are in a position to be waiting," he said with a mischievous grin when she looked back at him. He pressed her buttons like that expertly whenever he could; fortunately, she had learned where his were as well. Nearly finishing her drink, Julia reached over, circled his balls with her fingernails and firmly gripped his erection. Her lover flinched and pressed his tingling member into her hand. Giving him a few more squeezes for good measure, she removed her hand and brought it up to his ear. Truffles with a Tryst Tracing it so lightly that she could feel the fine hairs and leaning close enough for her breath to caress his ear, she almost whispered, "Do you want to finish your scotch, or bring it up with us?" "Ergah..." he started, uncharacteristically flustered and speechless for the moment. He took a deep breath, willing the blood back to his brain, she guessed. Several beats later, "Let's go. Now." He had already paid their tab and checked in, so they walked directly to the elevator. Once aboard, he pressed the button for the 26th floor and trapped her against the wall with his body and a hard, wet kiss as soon as the door closed. Julia had wondered why he hadn't kissed her when she'd arrived, but this one was well worth the wait. Her body responded immediately to his soft lips locking with hers, and she moaned as their tongues started their unique dance. She let him lead, loving the way he sucked and licked her bottom lip hungrily, pausing only to kiss and nibble her nose with passion. She was grinding into his erection, kissing him with everything she had when the elevator glided to a stop and the tone sounded. Without breaking the kiss, she glanced at the lights above the door to ensure they had arrived, threw her arms around his neck and nudged him out the open door before it had a chance to close. Unfortunately for their kiss, their room was at the end of the long corridor. They made their way to it quickly, hand in hand, not wanting to break the connection for a second. He retrieved the key from his suit coat pocket, deftly slid it in the slot, and opened the door. Always the gentleman, he held it open while Julia entered first. Still clutching her hand, he pushed the door shut, only letting go for a second to move up behind her and slip his arms around her waist. As he pressed himself against her and started nuzzling her neck, Julia surveyed the room. It may have been a long walk from the elevator, but it was one of the large corner rooms, with two walls of windows that offered sweeping views of the city. Her lover found, and started attacking, the spot nestled in the curve between her neck and shoulder. "Oh yes," Julia gasped and closed her eyes, moaning as he kissed and sucked it mercilessly, jolts of pleasure shooting around her body making her squirm uncontrollably. "Mmm...you know that's perfect." Her eyes opened briefly; there was a vase of her favorite flowers and a bottle of wine chilling in a silver bucket on the small table under a huge, ornate mirror. Julia's heart soared; her lover wasn't usually the romantic type, and the thought that went into these touches meant so much. She spun around, starling him. She was going to thank him, to tell him how much his thoughtfulness meant, but the words wouldn't come. All she could do was look at him with parted lips and teary eyes, then hug him tight. "I'm glad you like them," he said, a likeness of Julia's intense emotions crossing his face. His gaze traveled down, settling on the exposed, milky skin of her chest. She heard, "I'm going to take you this second," in a husky voice. Before she could agree, he trapped her in a kiss and started unbuttoning the bottom of her blouse. She began fumbling with his belt; as she started to get the hang of it, he undid the last of her buttons and his lips left her. He moved back a bit to get a good view of her as he slipped the shirt off of her shoulders and over her arms, down to the floor behind her. She saw the appreciation in his face as he examined her in the red satin and lace bra, knowing its color was a reflection of the heat inside of him. Looking down, she saw the overflowing cups and protruding nipples making her arousal evident. She gave him a sultry look as he continued to stare, willing him to sweep her up in his arms again and relieve the longing she'd felt since they were together last. Unexpectedly, her lover reached up, stroked her cheek and cupped her chin, bringing it back to his lips for a deep, tender kiss. His other hand moved to her breast, caressing in circles, rubbing and pinching her nipple through the material, her grasping his shirt in response. They continued kissing as he slid his fingers under the waistband of her skirt and pushed it over her hips and thighs until it fell around her high heels. He removed her bra and started kneading her breasts gently as he knelt before her. Opening his eyes after taking a deep breath of her scent, he could see a maroon patch where her juices had soaked through, darkening the red fabric. His tongue flicked out, tasting her salty-sweetness through the panties, and the tip wiggled in, seeking out her hard clit. Julia moaned when he connected with it, and let him continue for a moment before grabbing his shoulders and saying, "I'm not going to be able to stand much longer, Lover," in a wavering voice. "Take me to bed." "You're beautiful when you're bossy," he replied, grinning, and started shedding his clothes. "Maybe I need to be shown who's the boss." "When I'm done with you, I'm sure there won't be any doubts. Now, as much as I'd love to fuck you in those panties and shoes, I have other ideas, so take them off," he ordered. She complied, shimmying and out of the panties before sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over to unbuckle her shoes, giving him a sensational view of her tits. After kicking the heels off gently, she sat there in anticipation of his next move. "Very good," he said as he stepped closer. "Tell me what you want now." Julia looked at the beautiful, heavily-veined erection that was just inches from her face, and licked her lips before answering, "I want your cock. I want to taste and feel it in my mouth. I want to make you come." Without a word, he moved forward and Julia parted her legs, leaning down slightly so his cock was nearly touching her lips. She longed to lick it immediately, but knew to wait for permission when he was in control. He reached down and took her breasts in his hands, working his way in to pull on her nipples. Her green eyes fluttered shut as he pinched and twisted as she liked, then looked up at him. His face was awash with satisfaction as he continued pleasuring her, clearly enjoying the tension of her anticipation. At the moment she didn't think either of them could stand waiting any longer, she received a sharp nod. Julia's pink tongue appeared and licked the underside of his cock from base to tip slowly, making him shudder. Swirling the slippery fluid around, she positioned her lips at the tip, grabbing his ass and pulling him into her mouth until her nose brushed his trimmed hair. She repeated the motion several times, tilting her head to vary the sensation and give every bit the attention it deserved. "Oh, FUCK," he gasped as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive spot on the underside of his head, wrapping her fingers around the base tightly. Her lover stopped the pleasurable mauling of her breasts to run his fingers through her hair, pulling it lightly when she started sucking and twirling her tongue around the head. "Mmm," she murmured, feeding off of his reactions and sending vibrations up his cock. Continuing to hold the shaft, she stroked his balls with her fingertips, then sucked each into her mouth gently before bathing the surface with her delicious tongue, bringing a sharp intake of breath and his body to shake with pleasure. She returned to his manhood, taking its length in one quick movement; his head snapped back at the shock and a long moan came from his depths. Desperately wanting to feel him come in her mouth, Julia bobbed up and down the length, steadily increasing the speed and pressure. He braced her head as her tongue brushed the underside of his throbbing cock and his balls started to seize. With one last thrust, he grabbed her shoulders and exploded in her mouth, her lovingly drawing out every salty drop of cum and a primal cry from him. Julia swallowed, satisfied, and stood to embrace her lover, stroking his back and kissing him every so often until his breathing slowed. She'd had partners who were squeamish about kissing after blowjobs in the past, and was glad he was more open than them because it was a huge turn-off to have them shy away from prolonging the intimacy of the act. "Relax while I open the wine, Babe," he said. Moving over to the side table, he skillfully cut the foil and removed the cork from the Gewurztraminer. Pouring and handing her a glass, he continued, "That was, the hardest I've ever come. Have I ever told you you're amazing?" "Maybe, but feel free to refresh my memory," she teased. "Well, you are, and I'm incredibly lucky to be with you," he replied seriously, looking into her eyes. They sat in bed, sipping their wine in a comfortable silence, him stroking her arms, chest and thigh with feather-light touches every so often, raising goosebumps. As the caresses increased in frequency, her nipples stiffened and sounds of pleasure began escaping her lips. He took her wine glass, setting both on his bedside table before kissing her gently. Leaning over her, he left a trail of kisses down her throat to the undersides of her breasts. Julia wriggled into more of a reclining position as he began licking and sucking the crease, then slowly moved to the outside and around in a circular motion on one, then the other. The chill that followed as his warm mouth left each spot made her shiver, then press into him, begging for more attention. He left her wanting as he moved down between her thighs, which she parted instinctively. She shuddered as he licked each smooth lip, then blew on her slick pussy. "Julia, look at me." His voice startled her out of the dream world she was melting into. She stared back at him, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest, trying desperately to think of an excuse and form some kind of response. He must have seen the fear in her eyes, but he just waited quietly, kissing her inner thighs every now and then. After what seemed like an eternity, in a voice reminiscent of a child's, she asked, "Do...Do I really have to?" "Of course you don't have to do anything," he responded gently, "but I want you to try. I'd like to share this with you, and help you overcome your fears. Are you willing to give it a shot?" Julia thought for a moment, the conflict between her thoughts and emotions raging. She needed to get over this ridiculous fear, and wanted to keep her promise to herself to try that she'd made earlier. "Yes, I'm willing," she said, resigned, adding, "but hurry up before I talk myself out of it," with a grimace. "Good girl," he praised, making her feel a little better already. "Once you're comfortable, go with it and do whatever feels best." Keeping eye contact, he moved back to her labia, nibbling, then sucking as he ran his tongue up the insides. Traveling down, he circled the smooth walls of her opening, dipping his tongue into the tiny pool of juices at the bottom. Pausing for a moment, he said, "You look, smell and taste so fucking sexy, Julia," sincerely. Her eyes closed for a moment in response, then snapped back open when his tongue swirled around and flicked over the tip of her clit periodically. Julia kept watching him, her discomfort overcome by intense pleasure as he expertly licked and sucked the engorged bud. The sounds escaping from her mouth appeared to be coming from another woman as she focused on her lover's eyes and the tension building in her pussy. Tracing the sides of her clit with the tip of his tongue made her push against him; he slid his hands under her pelvis, wrapping his thumbs around the top of her hip bones and pulled her closer in response. With his mouth latched onto her clit, he brought one hand down to her opening, stroking the rim with his middle finger. She started to wiggle, and he quickly slid it into her engorged pussy, moaning as its silken walls closed around it. Her "UHHohGOD!" confirmed he had found her g-spot with his middle finger as he rubbed his tongue over the ridge above her clit rapidly. He added his index finger and started massaging her g-spot in earnest. She began moving her hips in time with his strokes as it swelled against his fingers. He continued lapping at her clit as he replaced the fingers in her pussy with those on the other hand, her muscles contracting tightly around them. Resuming his manipulation of her g-spot, he rubbed his slippery, coated fingers over her puckered hole, gently working one in as she writhed in pleasure. The mixture of sensations from his invading fingers and mouth on her clit was nearly overwhelming; tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She let the feelings wash over her, savoring the way they built and her body balanced on the edge. "Watch me make you come, Julia," he ordered. Julia blinked the tears away and focused intently on the brown eyes looking up at her. The passion and love in them was evident; he wasn't delighting in her vulnerability or submission, he was reveling in her pleasure and the closeness of the experience. Her body moved of its own accord, dancing against his mouth, clenching around his fingers tightly. His movements harmonized suddenly, setting every nerve ablaze. She took a deep breath and surrendered, her eyes staying open while her body tumbled over the edge, the violent spasms of her muscles cushioned by the warmth and softness of the incredible release and instant high. His pace slowed as she peaked, but he continued working through the valleys, making her climax over and over, face contorted and head tossing, until she babbled, "Oh, please...Yes! No...more. Enough! Her lover stopped, carefully withdrawing his fingers and placing his glistening hands on either side of her as he moved in for a deep kiss, pausing to suck each nipple briefly, causing her to moan and jerk with aftershocks. Julia tasted her sweet fluid when their lips met, relishing the closeness of sharing every part of the experience. Settling in beside her and grabbing their glasses, he asked, "Tell me, was watching as difficult as you anticipated?" "It was," she started hoarsely, and took a sip of wine to sooth her parched throat, "very disquieting at first, but once I made myself relax and focus on the pleasure, my anxiety dissolved incredibly fast. The intimacy of it—seeing your feelings reflected in your eyes as you brought me to orgasm—made for such an intense, satisfying experience." He nodded and said, "I really didn't want to interrupt the moment or upset you; I wanted you to feel as I do when we look at each other while you're pleasing me. That intimacy is a gift, and it only rises out of vulnerability." "Thank you," she replied as she set down her glass and snuggled up to him, the tears returning. After composing herself for a few moments, she kissed his neck, sucked and nibbled his earlobe, whispering, "Speaking of rising...." as she began stroking his erection. Julia took his glass and straddled him in one quick movement. Pressing her breasts into his chest, she resumed working on his earlobes, tugging them gently with her teeth and reminding him how nimble her tongue was. His sighs turned into groans as her slick labia enveloped him and still-hard nub glided along the underside of his cock. When she bent down to kiss him, he trapped her tits in his palms, softly kneading before bringing each nipple to his mouth for a good tongue lashing. She knew his cock was aching, longing to be squeezed by her hot, velvety cunt; he confirmed it by taking his frustration out on her nipples, sucking hard, then flicking his tongue over the tip as he trapped each between his teeth, knowing a little pain would only increase her lust. She resisted the urge to give in and continued using him to pleasure herself for a few moments. Reclaiming her nipple from his mouth, she kissed him passionately as she maneuvered his cock into position at her entrance. Pulling back to see his face, she lowered herself slowly and wiggled her hips, teasing him by allowing only the slightest bit of penetration. When her lover opened his eyes and looked at her pleadingly, she smiled and dropped all the way down quickly, enjoying the shock and relief crossing his face. A delayed moan came forth from him as Julia ground her pussy into him, his hair brushing her clit. "Oh, fuck. You feel sooo good," he said, grabbing her tits as she angled her hips and started to rock back and forth, stimulating her g-spot. As she picked up the pace, he placed his palm against her mound, allowing her to rub her clit against his thumb. Her pussy was gripping him involuntarily, sending impulses down to her feet. He began matching each movement with a thrust and pressed the side of his hand over the top of her pubic bone, intensifying her pleasure significantly. The pressure started to build, quickly spreading throughout her body. She grabbed his chest and half-warned, "I'm gonna come, Baby. God, I'm gonna come." Her lover moved his thumb slightly and continued thrusting as she started convulsing and screaming, throwing her head back and raking his chest with her nails. His balls were soaked with her hot juices when he grabbed her hands and laced their fingers, indicating her rhythmic constrictions would soon send him over the edge. With a look of sheer determination, he glanced down at his reddened cock penetrating her splayed lips every so often; it was clear he was teetering on the precipice, pushing his limits. Suddenly, his eyes snapped to her face and he exploded inside her, cock jerking wildly with each squirt. His hands continued to squeeze hers tighter, and she felt the accumulation of every sensation and emotion she had caused in him being transferred back in shockwaves. Julia's pussy milked the last of his semen and she stopped, collapsing on his chest with a whimper. They kissed tenderly, basking in the togetherness and warmth of satisfaction. When he softened and slipped out with a gush of their mingled fluids, she rolled to his side. He wrapped his arm around her cooling body, stroking her every so often, hearing her sigh in contentment until she drifted off to sleep. Julia awoke with a start and looked around, confused by the unfamiliar surroundings and darkened room. She sat up and patted the bed next to her. 'The hotel. Him. Where is he?' she thought, panic grasping her throat. She reached out and switched on the reading lamp. There was a folded piece of stationary between their wine glasses on her bedside table; she grabbed it, trying to quiet her thundering heart with deep breaths. Honey, I really hated to leave you, but I got a message that my luggage finally turned up at the airport, and there's something special for you in there. I'll meet you in the lobby at 7:45 for dinner at Capriano's at 8. If you awoke on your own, don't be startled when your alarm sounds at 7:15. I love you more than anything, and can't wait to start our long, interruption-free weekend tonight. I have a feeling it'll lead to a lifetime of even more joy for us... Happy anniversary! "Happy anniversary to you, too," Julia said quietly, smiling at his uncharacteristically long note and hoping it was the right time in her cycle to conceive. The clock read 7:03; she flicked off the alarm and stretched, gathering the motivation to leave the warmth of the luxurious bed for the bathroom. Finally finding it, she grabbed her handbag and headed in to take a quick shower and make herself presentable for dinner. With a monogrammed terrycloth robe sucking up the last bit of water from her skin, Julia opened her purse to retrieve her makeup and noted the gold box of truffles she had meant to give him with disappointment. Consoling herself with the thought that they'd make for a perfect second dessert later that evening, she gathered and slipped on her clothing, heels and purse before turning to the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Truffles with a Tryst She smoothed the wrinkles out of her blouse as she looked at a smiling, innately satisfied woman she almost didn't recognize. Switching off the main lights, Julia left the room, excited to see the amazing man she called her husband, best friend and lover yet again, and very anxious find out what he had retrieved from his suitcase. ***** Thanks for reading my first story! 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