Trevor's loft

[Annisthyrienne]

His words and the look in his eyes bring a tingle to me deep down, and I'm pretty sure it would be bad manners to pull him down to the kitchen floor to offer him 'dessert' even before we've had our meal, especially when he's worked so hard on it. There is just something about the smell of food cooked from scratch with all fresh ingredients that bespeaks of class, and I want to show him how much I appreciate the effort he's made for me. Not that my offer probably wouldn't be enjoyed, but I've already been the cause of our delayed repast once. 'Dessert' will have to keep until later.

I follow him to the couch and take the seat he offers, mildly curious about what he has in mind. I nearly faint when he collects a bite of the sumptuous salad and offers to feed me! It sends a thrill through me to be pampered so! Most of my dates just hand me a happy meal and ask if I'm gonna eat all my fries.

"You're such a gentleman, Veroe!" I say as I open for him. Oh god! Did I just giggle? I lean over so as not to let anythng drop, and the position puts my hand resting on his knee. I hope he doesn't mind. I sure don't.

 

[Veroe]

I didn't mind in the slightest, and if anyone deserved to be pampered it was Thyri. I let her slip the food from the tines of the fork. My hand strays to hers, the one over my knee running my fingertips over the soft skin of the back of her hand. I collect another forkfull for her to taste.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

My eyes convey the smile that my mouth cannot give full expression to while I'm eating, but the feel of his hand on mine stirs a smile in my heart that no expression would be enough to portray.

Before I take another bite, I can't help but remark, "The dressing is so delicious, and everything is so fresh! You've really out done yourself, Veroe. You certainly know how to please and seduce the senses!"

There is more hinted at in my words than my comment about the food. He has tantalized all of my senses in one way or another now: the sight of him as he looks at me, promising so much more to come; the taste and smell of the food, of course, but also his own scent draws me in; the deep purr of his sensuous voice thrills my ears, and the light touch of his fingers on my skin, and the memory of his lips on my shoulder seduce me more than anything. I am a hedonistic creature at heart, and he knows how to push my buttons. *deep sigh* Momma said there would be men like him....if I was lucky!

 

[Veroe]

"The dressing is so delicious, and everything is so fresh! You've really out done yourself, Veroe. You certainly know how to please and seduce the senses!"

I chuckle gently knowing full well that there was more hidden layers of meaning to her compliment. "Wine," I ask her reaching for one of the glasses, "I hope you like the californian whites."

I pour the cool liquid into the glass and bring it up to her lips and tipping it so the wine is only a millimeter from the edge and slipping into her mouth. I await for her to realize my intentions and tip her head back to allow me to pour some from her glass into her mouth.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"Oh yes, please."

I reach for the glass at first, unused to being pampered so, but soon I realize what he has in mind.

"You, Veroe, are a mischievous flirt, Sir!"

With eyes sparkling with the delightful playfulness of this turn of events, I tip my head back slightly, still keeping eye contact with him, and open my mouth just enough, leaning forward slightly to bring my lips to the rim of the glass.

 

[Veroe]

"You, Veroe, are a mischievous flirt, Sir!"

"You want a mischeivious man to flirt shamelessly with you, Thyri."

I tip the glass with her head so the white wine runs over her lips and tongue and into her mouth. Despite both of our best efforts some escapes forming a drop at the corner of her mouth.

"Oh dear," I feign a distressed voice, "We can't have this. People will think you're such a slob. Fortunately I'm here to save you such vicious teasing, Thyri."

I lean forward and quickly before she has a chance to realize what I intend to do my tongue slips out wiping away the droplet of wine. I follow it with a quick peck to her lips.

"Delicious," I say gazing into her eyes. I raise the glass again and ask her, "More?"

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"You want a mischeivious man to flirt shamelessly with you, Thyri."

I laugh. "I confess you've got it right. I do love that."

I tip the glass with her head so the white wine runs over her lips and tongue and into her mouth. Despite both of our best efforts some escapes forming a drop at the corner of her mouth.

"Oh dear," I feign a distressed voice, "We can't have this. People will think you're such a slob. Fortunately I'm here to save you such vicious teasing, Thyri."

I lean forward and quickly before she has a chance to realize what I intend to do my tongue slips out wiping away the droplet of wine. I follow it with a quick peck to her lips.

The wine is good, but the real treat comes after. I'm just surprised enough to miss my chance to capture him in a longer kiss. A mistake I won't make twice.

"Delicious," I say gazing into her eyes. I raise the glass again and ask her, "More?"

"Yes, it was very delicious, and the wine was good too. I definitely want more.....of both, if you don't mind." I lean in, ignoring the offered glass for the moment. My lips part slightly, inviting.

 

[Veroe]

"Yes, it was very delicious, and the wine was good too. I definitely want more.....of both, if you don't mind." I lean in, ignoring the offered glass for the moment. My lips part slightly, inviting.

"As you wish."

I lean in placing my lips firmly against hers to fulfill the part of her wish I was more interested in than food. My tongue slips past her parted lips to tease and titilate the tip of hers. My arms wrap around her pulling her in closer.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Opening for his kiss, my tongue flirting with his, dancing, teasing, touching and tasting. Mmm, better than the wine, and it was good! A small moan escapes me. This was worth the waiting!

And now, his arms around me, holding me close, I feel so welcome and wanted! My hands come up to rest on his shoulders, but are destined for a more intimate embrace, and slide up around his neck, fingers entwine in his hair.

"Mmmm, Yes, Veroe! This is very nice! You should be on the menu."

 

[Veroe]

"Mmmm, Yes, Veroe! This is very nice! You should be on the menu."

I chuckle against her lips. "I'll bring you're suggestion up with the chef."

I kiss her again more passionately dragging her over my lap. My free hand moving to cup the back of her head and hold it in place for me to ravish her mouth with lips and tongue.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He knows what he wants. I like that. He knows what I want too. I like that! His kisses are hungry and appetizing at the same time. I could lose myself here, with him kissing me like this. I try my best to do so, my lips capturing his, sucking his lower lip into my mouth. My tongue licks it lightly, softly, then pulling back a little just to tease, letting his lip go only reluctantly.

I can feel him beneath me, holding me, becoming aroused, as I am. My hands move on his shoulders and the back of his neck, caressing, encouraging him. My lips kiss along his jaw, back to his earlobe, sucking it in, whispering, my breath warm on his skin, "I've thought a lot about what you told me, that night with Yeishia. I think I understand some things a little better now."

Another kiss, soft, tender, sweet, along his neck this time.

 

[Veroe]

"I've thought a lot about what you told me, that night with Yeishia. I think I understand some things a little better now."

My eyebrow quirks up, "Oh?"

As she kisses my neck my lips plant one on her shoulder just above her collarbone. I take in a deep sniff of her body lotion. Vanilla yumminess. "And just what do you understand, Thyri?"

 

[Annisthyrienne]

One more little kiss and a tasty lick before answering, then, "Maybe I've been confused by the terminology, and a little also at the idea that people consider themselves to be one or the other. It seems like I've just never thought of it in those terms. I've just always done as my mood struck me, sometimes passive and yielding and at others, aggressive, even demanding."

"I've figured out that giving my lover what they want could involve either of those at different times, and that's really what I want to do, after all."

Surrendering my throat to him now. More kisses make it hard for me to think clearly.

 

[Veroe]

"Maybe I've been confused by the terminology, and a little also at the idea that people consider themselves to be one or the other. It seems like I've just never thought of it in those terms. I've just always done as my mood struck me, sometimes passive and yielding and at others, aggressive, even demanding."

I give a little moan as her tongue glides over my skin.

"I've figured out that giving my lover what they want could involve either of those at different times, and that's really what I want to do, after all."

I trail a line of kisses saying between each one. "We are who we decide we are. There are no labels, no nametags, no ID we have to adhere to."

I look up into her eyes, "We don't have to go anywhere you don't want to tonight."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

His answer makes me smile, but also makes me ask the question on my mind before I think better of blurting it out.

"Then I guess the question is: what will I be in the mood for tonight? Mmmm, keep on kissing me there, you're on the right track!"

I reach up to slip the strap of my dress off one shoulder, to give him an unimpeded path for his lips. My other hand rests on his head, guiding him, encouraging further exploration with his hot sensuous lips.

 

[Veroe]

"Then I guess the question is: what will I be in the mood for tonight? Mmmm, keep on kissing me there, you're on the right track!"


I feel her fingers slip through my hair and I let the pressure of her hand on my head guide me downward with no resistance kissing and licking over the gentle slope of her bared breast.

I place the wine glass and fork down on the coffee table to wrap my arms around her and pin her hard up against me.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

My lips find his forehead. Just a prelude to more sensuous parts I intend to explore. Cheeks, lips, that masculine jawline, and then his neck, biting him lightly on his shoulder. My fingers find his shirt buttons, exposing him one button at a time to my explorations with lips, tongue, and teeth.

"You smell good, Veroe, and you taste even better. I don't think we'll need the food. I'm ready to devour you about now."

My hands explore his bare chest, followed by my mouth. I find his nipple, caressing it with a lick, then a little nibble for spice.

 

[Veroe]

"You smell good, Veroe, and you taste even better. I don't think we'll need the food. I'm ready to devour you about now."

"Just as well," I chuckle, "The pasta is probably overcooked."

I raise up at her hands guidance so she can carpet bomb me sweet sweet kisses. I moan as Thyri unbuttons my shirt and continues the carpet bombing campaign southward over my neck and pecs. I groan as she nibbles on my nipple.

"Do that again," I ask her.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

His encouragement begins to bring out the part of me that wants to play with a little more 'spice' to our mutual feast. My lips close over his nipple and I suck him in, letting my teeth capture the little bud as I pull back slowly, holding him, stretching him, until it scrapes loose through my teeth. I know it's a little rough, so I follow it with a soothing lick, my tongue flattened broadly, swiping across his nipple and on up to his collar bone.

My hands have moved south, exploring within his shirt. Now my eagerness has me pulling his shirt tail out, then pulling open the last few buttons, not caring if they rip. Now I have him, abs and chest exposed to my roaming hands. My sense of touch finds things my mouth wants to explore, but not before I take another kiss from those lips. It's what I want, and I take it from him in a way that defies him to stop me.

"Do you like it a little rougher? Sometimes I do. My moods are quite mercurial at times." I offer a smile, seductive, suggestive, designed to entice and invite.

 

[Veroe]

"Do you like it a little rougher? Sometimes I do. My moods are quite mercurial at times."

"You know I do." I kiss her again. "But not all rough. It's like Mexican chocolate the chili pepper they put in it for spice makes the chocolate all the sweeter. Anyone who eats it learns to appreciate the balance of sweet and spice."

My hands raise up so she could see them palms facing eachother. "Tonight, Thyri, I am yours. Your own boytoy to play with." I look into her eyes hoping she would understand the gift of myself I was giving her.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Ah, those eyes! I could get lost in them. And that expression as he gave himself to me...so intense! He was submitting himself to me for my use, for my pleasure. And I would use him. God knows I'd been wanting to all this time. But I think he also knew me well enough to know that, for me, giving him pleasure is also a pleasure I crave.

My hands reach up to hold his face, looking into his eyes, loving him for his gift to me. I take another kiss, pulling his lip into my mouth. My tongue reaches out to invite his to play. My hand on the back of his head, holding him close, taking what I want.

"I've never had my very own boytoy before. But I have some ideas about what I'd like to do with you."

I change my position on his lap, rising up to straddle him, facing him. Slipping the other strap of my dress off my shoulder, I let the top fall. My breasts aren't large, but they are sensitive, and right now I want to feel his mouth on me. I pull his head down to my chest, removing his shirt from his shoulders with a sliding caress as his mouth closes over my nipple, already stiffening with the feel of his warm breath. I leave the shirt partway down his arms, just above his elbows. It will come in handy later, for what I have in mind.

"Mmmm, you know what to do, Veroe. Make me feel good, and I'll treat you right."

 

[Veroe]

"Mmmm, you know what to do, Veroe. Make me feel good, and I'll treat you right."

I lean forward grazing my lips along the flesh of her left breast. I place soft fleeting butterfly kisses noting the goosebumps rising. My tongue joins in on the act circling in seeking the tender sensitive areas. Once those are discovered I exploit them wickedly to make Thyri squirm in my lap. Then I move on to the main event. My tongue courts her quickly puckering nipple circling the aureola and teasing the nipple itself. Finally its trapped within my lips and I apply suction and my teeth worry the sides-not enough to hurt-but enough to provide the spice we were talking of before.

Once the nipple was as hard and taut as it would ever get I move on to provide the same service to the right breast.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Circuits of nerve synapses form a path of pleasure from my breasts to the center of my core. I feel the effect in the increase in heat and wetness between my legs. It reminds me that there is still too many layers of cloth between us for my tastes. But I can take care of that in a bit. First, I savor this exquisite treatment!

A groan of need and lust slips out. His mouth is busy, so mine can provide the notes of this soundtrack of sensual pleasure.

"Oh, yes! That's it! Just like that!" The words come out in a whisper accompanied by a hiss of my breath, taken in sharply in a gasp as his teeth work on my turgid bud.

"Oh god, I love this! Now along my ribs, please! Bite me there!"

The thought of it makes me press myself against his arousal like some wanton wench. And that makes my thong stick to me. Irritating and stimulating in its own way. I squirm, prolonging that deliciously provoking contact.

 

[Veroe]

"Oh god, I love this! Now along my ribs, please! Bite me there!"

I obey bending my head down running my tongue over her ribs. Then my lips with more butterfly kisses. I bare my teeth and run the hard surface over the wet skin over her ribcage. Finally I capture her skin between my teeth and press down on it not hard but not gently either.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Oh, God!! I jump at the contact of his teeth! It hits just the right spot and it makes me crazy. My fingers rake his back through the shirt, and I gather it up in my fist, twisting to gather the material together. It's not exactly like rope or handcuffs, but it serves to restrain his arms somewhat. But as I said, my whims are ever changing, and a new idea begins to form. I give it time to germinate as I explain,

"The side of my ribs, just under my breasts, is one of my favorite parts for nibbling. Little bites and nips all the way down to my hips set me on fire, wanting more. But we'll have to do something about this dress, won't we?"

I am reluctant to part from those teasing little bites driving me so crazy. Only the promise of even greater sensations could lure me away. Slowly I part from him only long enough to stand and let my dress slip off to the floor, pooling at my feet. I step out of it and kick it away, then offer a slow wicked smile as I step back, making room for him in front of the couch.

"I think you should take this off, don't you?" I stand there, looking down expectantly at the floor space between me and the couch.