The 'erotic gourmet' - a kitchen story #3

Bound by duty (Born in blood mafia chronicles #2)

 continued.

her want of him knew no bounds...The 'erotic gourmet'

...In the loss of the sweet alcoholic stickiness, somehow he found himself pinned to the counter. She had managed to manoeuvre herself around and take control of the burning lust between them.
The syrupy drink no longer the centre of attention, her lips more possessive, his more pliable. He was caught between her body and the counter. She had placed herself firmly between his legs, using each foot to spread his a little wider, commanding him to place his elbows onto the counter and lean backward, of which he did...no resistance. 
She leaned over him, reaching for something but, he had no chance of seeing what it may be...her groin gyrating slowly into his hardness, pinned by the weight of her body. He pressed his form into his elbows so that he could force himself upward, stronger into that sweet sexy pubic bone of hers.
She giggled as he near lifted her off the ground.
"Oops ...don't drill me yet, my sweet." She said, looking deep into the lost gaze of his eyes.
Her words were incoherent, as if coming from a depth gurgly...far away. His senses no longer controlled by logic but, bewitched by headiness surrendering and uncontrollable.
He was slightly aware that she was biting into an apple, standing upright between his lax form...yes, lax form, for he had no care what may follow.
Was it the drinks she had plied him with? He thought to himself again.
"No." she responded " It is the truth of your innermost desire set free."
How did she know his thoughts... unaware that his eyes were telling of every emotion that raced through his mind.
She stood intent, upright, looking down at him, biting deep into the apple, chewing on the fleshy bit in her mouth and then
...slowly
...deliberately
...her mouth
succulent
wet,
...allowed the juices from the flesh of the apple to drip from her mouth. He became aware ,in that moment of fascination, watching her face, that she had managed to unbuckle and unzip his pant and free the stone throbbing hardness...of his shaft. 
Her head dipped slightly and her gaze was gone...down toward his hardness. Her hands cupping his bottom, the cold juices of the apple dripping onto his cock, her firm grip kneading his buttocks , her nails gently digging into their roundness.
She stood, firm, erect between his legs, the goddess of lust uninhibited, desirous to drive him crazy.
And what she did next, he would desire to stay imprinted in his mind for an eternal time... all he could do was roll his eyes back and allow the agony of beautiful surrender to be vocal and telling.
She had dropped her head and bit gently into the base of the side of his shaft...her teeth running slowly, deliberately, upward toward the head.
And then, the other side.
'FFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKK....!!!!!" is all he managed, his eyes rolling back into a velvety blackness.
He felt himself dropping, dipping in and out of what seemed conciousness of the real world.
And when those teeth of hers began to bite, ever so gentle the tight softness of his balls, sitting close and tight to his shaft...that is when he thought he would explode and cream her face.
He didn't, he had no chance.
"Not yet." She said, having removed her attention from his manliness, standing straight, looking down at him, a glint of sadistic sexual passion wanton in her look...(to be continued.) RB.