His Taste

His Taste

There was no confession the first time. The one in question had telephoned her. And when Lucinda had confronted her lover, his response was, “you do not own my body; I can do with it what I please.” Lucinda had only smiled, processing what his infidelity really meant to what they shared. He had stopped kissing her when that one happened. And she knew something was wrong because that was part of his charm, he liked kissing her. They would kiss for hours like teenagers—and then he had stopped, and something in the back of her mind told her that he had strayed.
This time there were no signs. It just happened unplanned, uncalculated, and the night before, and the morning of the indiscretion Lucinda had fucked him not knowing that the next night he’d fuck the nurse up the ass and eat at her pussy for hours, and let her suck his dick because she had such plump lips and gave good head. “And well, you know,” he said with a smirk, “she has a way of sucking at my head—she concentrates on the head.”
The whole time he is telling her this, she wonders did he once think of her, did he once think that he had just gotten laid that morning by her. He had slapped her ass, and called out her name as Lucinda made him come. And yet, that didn’t matter, that act of love did not matter to him.
“All women are like a different pair of shoes,” he had said. And she wanted to say, “Yeah, and some pinch.” But she held her tongue. She knew from the beginning that his heart is misplaced and that he is tormented over his love for her. He does not know what he really wants. This is his nature, something that Lucinda has adjusted her own emotions too.
It is true neither one owns the other but there is something to be said that made him call her at midnight right after the deed was done. Right after he had fucked his indiscretion up the ass. And yet Lucinda feels akin to this other woman because she knows her lover used trickery to bed her. She knows that if he had told the nurse about Lucinda, the nurse would never have slept with her lover. And her lover knows this—admitted this to her, and yet, he still went through with it.
“I didn’t come,” he said, all matter of fact. Like his statement should relinquish him from any wrong doing. “I didn’t come—the fit wasn’t right,” he had declared lighting a cigarette.
“Then why did you do it,” she had asked wanting only to know what went through his head as he fucked the nurse without any remorse, without any self gratification.
“Because she wanted it—she wanted me to do it.” He smirks the shit ass grin that takes him over when the beer becomes his blood. And then Lucinda asked “Did the nurse come? Did the nurse moan against your cock?” He didn’t know. He didn’t bother to ask.
“I think she sometimes fakes it.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?” Lucinda had asked.
“No,” he said this time without the smirk.
***
She watches him now; water his garden as she plays with her own wetness. She is in his kitchen, the same kitchen where he had sat while the nurse sucked him off. Her orgasm is soft and quick, a convergence of all her senses gathering at her core. But Lucinda isn’t mad. She isn’t that upset. The nurse was a forgettable pastime, a moment in a summer’s night of which Lucinda had not been a part. She would never have known about the charade unless he had confessed his chicanery to her. He was the one that had made it real for her. If he had not confessed, in Lucinda’s mind, the deed would never have happened.
And now he walks towards her with a playful smile. Beads of sweat trickle down his face. She is drawn to him. She does not own him, does not want to, but she can possess him like no other. She can treasure him like no other. And he even had said it within the context of his confession: Lucinda was his person, the one he runs to, the one he confesses all of his wrongdoings to. And yet, it doesn’t bother her that he is so tainted, so broken that he could fuck another with out any regard to what he might lose if Lucinda chose to become angry, chose to walk away from what they share.
“Take your clothes off,” she whispers in his ear as she runs her right hand through his moistened hair, and her other hand up his shirt giving his nipple a hard pinch. A soft moan escapes from his lips. His salty perspiration teases at her senses, again she feels her own juices between her folds.
She lingers at his neck taking another quick salty taste waiting to see if he will do what she commands. He steps back from her, pushing her lightly back into her chair. He pulls off his t-shirt, and then moves to unbutton his jeans. “Slowly,” Lucinda whispers wondering if the nurse had undressed for him as he sat in his kitchen chair waiting for the obvious, waiting for the nurse to fall to her knees, slowly taking his cock delicately within her plump lips not knowing that she was being used for a quiet pastime. Not knowing that later he would confess to Lucinda that he regarded his time with the nurse as masturbating to porn.
But now he moves closer to Lucinda, his cock inches from her lips. She licks right above his waist line looking straight up at him meeting his eyes as she moves her hard tongue along the top of his jeans giving his sides a nibble. He grabs at her hair pulling her up to him. She nips at his lips and gives him a hard kiss, tasting him but that is not what she wants at that moment. She licks down his chin and then his throat moaning softly against his skin. He steps back and slowly unbuttons his jeans. She licks at his fingers as he unzips his pants. His fingers taste of tobacco and earth. Placing his hands on her shoulders for support, he steps out of his jeans. His aspic scent hits her hard. He is already hard for her, but she ignores the obvious, and draws herself up from the chair just enough to lick up his hairless chest. She likes the feel of his smooth skin against the tip of her tongue. It reminds her of licking the salt off of a margarita rim. She swallows hard savoring his briny aftertaste and moves down his body, first stopping to nip at his sides and then dropping to her knees licking at the head of his cock. She loves his cock, loves the feel of it in her mouth. And it does not bother her that days before, another set of lips had sucked at it. It does not bother her that he had pulled and moaned against another set of lips. Because right now she is the one to take hold of it with her palm, and give it a big hard suck. Because despite his chicane behavior towards another she feels her own wetness, but she stops her sucking, and instead nudges his legs farther apart with the side of her hand. He spreads for her bracing himself with his hands on the table. She slides under him, now looking above at his cock and his very ripe balls. Perfect size balls for her small mouth. And she wonders as she takes them into her mouth: Did the nurse take them in to her rosy lipped mouth? But then she shouldn’t compare—like he had told her before when he had ventured to another’s bed he does not seek another Lucinda, he only seeks someone different. And yet, Lucinda knew about the nurse but the nurse knew nothing of her.
And yet he didn’t come on both attempts at finding something different, Lucinda thinks as she runs her fingertips along the inside of his thighs causing him to jerk slightly. This so pleases her that she can get such a violent reaction from him simply by the sweep of her fingertips. She takes a quick lick at his center running her strong tongue up and through his butt cheeks. She teases him right where he likes her to touch him when he is about to come, but again she will save that for later. For now she gives a lick along the sides of his firm ass, and then right under it. She spreads his cheeks farther apart; her tongue meets at the top of his balls. The skin is delicate and supple similar to the folds of a woman. She knows this from her own indiscretions. And now as Lucinda sucks softly at his fold, she wants to hear him moan against her lips. She pulls at the skin and sucks at it, and then the slight whimper she hopes for escapes from him which only makes her suck harder. The louder he whimpers, the harder she sucks. She feels her own wetness, and fingers herself as she sucks at him. The taste and the sensation of his soft skin upon her lips makes her come hard and fast, and the more he pulls away from her harder she sucks. Again she begins to suck there, and again he tries to pull away from her. Did the nurse suck hard? She wonders as she savors his salty yet spicy taste. Did he pull away from her—did he whimper, did he cry out. Does it matter? Does any of it matter? He promised not to see her again. He said he loves only her, and the nurse was only a pleasant pastime—nothing more—only two bodies having some fun. And what they have, well what they have is something more. And what is that more, she wanted to ask. And yet, does it matter? She has his taste upon her lips now.
Again the whimper as her thoughts become licks and sucks. Her tongue has a mind of its own. It lingers a bit longer drawing out Lucinda’s need. She wants his salty taste to play upon her lips, her taste buds. This is her watering. This is how she quenches her thirst for him. He wants to turn around, but she holds him firmly in place with the palm of her hand as she steps out of her jeans, and pulls her blouse over her head. She runs her slender naked body down his back pressing her breasts against his shoulder blades. She knows he does not compare her to anyone else. She knows this, and yet, still she does not understand why she is not enough. She dips her middle finger inside her very wet center, and gives herself a lick. Lucinda believes her own taste has become sweeter as she slides her middle finger into his ass-hole and he bucks against her. Again he moans, and it only drives her to lick harder and thrust her finger in deeper.
His taste now reminds her of the crisp smell of the evergreens in his garden, of the junipers and rosebushes. A combination of all of them she breathes in, licking her way down the back of his legs letting his fawn like hairs tickle the tip of her tongue. Again she milks at his silken balls stroking at his cock at the same time and finger fucking his ass. He convulses and only then does she turn in front of him, kneeing between his legs taking his cock into her mouth. She wants him to come. Lucinda is ready to taste his essence. She is ready to release his need. She is willing to forgive him for all of his indiscretions—this is her way, the only way she knows how to forgive him. And yet when she feels his release she thinks of the nurse on her knees. She thinks how sad it all really is that the pretty plumped lipped indiscretion was so deceived by the man who had confessed his love for Lucinda only hours before.