Mr Tongue by JK Honeycutt Page A

as she lifted an eyebrow and asked,
    “Are you fucking someone else?”
    Seeing anger, jealousy and the possibility of being neutered by her in the look she gave him , he quickly shook his head,
    “No, sweetie . You know you’re the only one for me, ” he lied.
    Studying his face, she tried to decide if she should believe him . She locked her eyes on his as he released her long silky b rown hair from the tight twisted bun she always wore it in for work, running his fingers through it, sending tingling waves of desire to her very core. Working his way to her face, he gently brush ed his fingertips across her lips.
    Tilting her head back a s a low moan escaped her lips , a slight shiver moved through her, following his hand as it moved downward, her nipples hardening as he grazed them. Lust burned in her eyes as his touch quickly doused her anger over being stood up .
    Knowing exactly what she liked, he pressed his lips against her ear, w hisper ing , “Do you want me to taste you ?”
    Gasping, she closed her eyes and moaned. Taking that response as a yes, he smiled and said, “Good but first I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes.”
    After she shut her eyes and covered them with one hand, he took her other hand and le d her to the dining room . , “ Keep your eyes closed and get undressed. ”
    Keeping his eyes trained on her to make sure she didn’t peek as she slid out of her clothes; he gather ed various item s from the fridge . Walking back to the dining area , he slapped her on the ass when he caught her staring at the surprise.
    Squealing at the sting of his hand, she gave him a questioning look. Smiling he walked around his brand new pool table, stopping at each table pocket to insert an item; whipped cream in the first one, then a peeled banana in the second, honey in the third, a peeled cucumber in the forth, smoked sausage in the fifth and warm buttered croissants in the sixth pocket.
    He felt her eyes on him as he slowly walked around the table taking her hand again, helping her up onto it, whispering, “Lay back and relax so we can have some kinky fun with food .”
    As he wrapped a silk tie around her wrist and secured it to a pool table leg, Carrie giggled and asked, “Won’t the food ruin the felt surface of the table?”
    Shaking his head, he mumbled, “ Not to worry, it’s got a special protective coating on it.”
    Continuing with his task of tying her up, he secured her other wrist and then both ankles, leaving her spraddle legged and ready for him. Then he walked to her head and smiled down at her as he carefully pulled her long hair to one side and then surprised her again by sliding a blindfold over her eyes.
    His eyes sparkled mischievously as he circled her trailing the tips of his fingers along each of her splayed appendages, barely touching her yet making her quiver with desire. She whimpered and arched her back as her hard nipples responded to him when he bypassed her breasts to tickle her ribs.
    Running his index finger along the juices on her inner thigh, Matthew lifted it to her mouth, allowing her to greedily suck his digit as her desire mounted. Moving between her legs, he leaned over the table, lowering his head to nuzzle her with his unshaven face as he tickled her with his warm breath.
    “Please...,” she gasped.
    Reaching over to the nearest pocket, he grabbed the warm buttered croissant and then the bottle of honey. Very slowly, he drizzle d honey on her nipples and then twirled the croissant in slow swirling circles around her nipples. As he switched to the second breast, he lowered his mouth to the first one, moving his tongue in unison with the warm bread as she moane d softly and arched against him, encouraging him to lick her clean.
    Finishing that task, he walked to the other end of the table to grab the can of whipped cream and then the banana before lying on his stomach between her legs. Very slowly, he kissed her inner thighs as he used his fingertips t o