Megan and I lay in bed, feeling the heat between our bodies. She licked my tits while her fingers played with the wetness between my legs.
It had been a long, tedious week at work, and we both desired our built up sexual tension to be released.
Earlier, we had a romantic dinner. Megan had cooked a garlic pasta dish. Even the faintest scent of garlic turned me on. Needless to say, afterwards our clothes were removed quickly.
She inserted two of her fingers deep inside my open dark tunnel. The fingers she had used to mince the garlic. I pushed up against the palm of her hand, while small drops of sweat began to build across my forehead.
Her hand began to pump, mouth continuing to tease my tits, slightly nipping.
"Megan, you do know how to fuck me."
"Mm…hmm," she replied.
Faster her fingers slid in and out.
I moaned.
"I'm going to come!"
My sweet nectar spilled out, accumulating on the bed, and all over her hand.
She kissed her way to my face.
"Kim, I love to make you come. I also love your scent. Would you like a sniff and a taste?"
"Yes!"
She placed the two fingers that had been inside me to my lips.
I inhaled. A slight musky scent along with the aroma of garlic entered my nostrils.
"Now, suck."
She watched while my mouth moved up and down, digesting it all.
Minutes later, she took them out and slid out of bed.
"Where are you going?"
She smiled. "Be right back."
I waited. She returned with a container.
"Megan, what's that?"
She picked up a piece of fried of chicken. "Tell me lover, do you prefer a breast or a thigh?"
Damn! Talk about finger lickin' good!
