[sakurasan]

Chapter 19 Closing Eyes — Part 1

Isha lay on the bed in only her panties, the two fudge cakes on her bare breasts, and watched Rohan.

He stood at the side of the mattress. The flames stood straight in the cream. His eyes were wide on her chest. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.

She looked at him. He was in a trance, and she thought, I am going to break this good boy tonight.

Rohan came close. His knees met the edge of the bed, and the heat of the two flames reached his mouth. He had never seen a grown woman's breasts live. All his knowledge of them had come from porn. His heart and his cock pulsed in the same beat. Just behind this fudge lay the breasts of his girl. The breasts he had seen in his dream every night were finally going to be live.

“Baby,” she said, “you can stare the full night.”

“Thanks.”

“What thanks. Blow the candles before the fire alarm triggers.”

“Sorry.”

He laughed once, bent over the cakes, and blew. “Happy birthday, good boy,” she said again. “Make a bad wish.” The flames went out.

She took the candles out of the fudge. She raised herself a little, and the cakes rose on her chest.

“Now feast your treat.”

Rohan sat on the bed at her left side. He bent to her left breast and put his mouth on the fudge, over the hole the candle had left. That was where her nipple had to be. He licked slowly into the hole. The cream was thick, and it smeared his nose and both cheeks as his face worked in the cake.

“Eat it fully,” she said. “If you dirty the bed, you are going to pay.”

“I can see the towel below you.”

“I know you will be clumsy.”

“You will see now how clean I eat my plate.”

He licked faster. The candle hole was a small well of fudge, and he dug at the bottom of it. Her nipple came up in the center. The areola spread around it, and past that a ring of bare skin, still walled in by the dark cream. He kept his tongue in the well until the nipple stood free, tipped with fudge, the areola bare, her skin pale at the rim, and the rest of that breast still under the cake.

“You can't free just one girl,” she said. “The other is crying.”

“Rescue coming.”

He swung a leg over her and straddled her hips. His cock lay between them under the shorts, and she felt the hardness. She could not tell his size through the shorts. She was happy. Her plan was working.

He lowered his face to her right breast and bit into the fudge. His teeth went through the cream and closed on her skin.

“You are becoming a tiger,” she said.

“Yes. I am going to eat the cake and what is below too.”

He bit again. The print of his teeth stood on her right breast, fudge caught in the mark. The sting hit her at once. It ached, and she wanted the next bite. She lifted that breast into his mouth.

The softness under his teeth made him bite harder. He felt the mark form, her skin giving and then holding the shape of his teeth. His cock pressed into her hips with the bite. He set a second mark beside the first, closer to the cake, where her nipple was still hidden. Chocolate and the taste of her skin were in his mouth. He wanted to eat down through the fudge until that nipple was in his teeth too.

She looked at the marks. They ached at the edge of the fudge, and the ache pleased her. The hardness stayed pressed between them. Heat came through his shorts, and then she felt him pulsing. She pushed her right breast against his mouth for the next mark.

He bit where the cake still covered her right nipple. The fudge broke, the nipple came up, and the skin around it showed. He raised his head. He could see both nipples now, and the skin around them. Both stood an inch out from her skin. He looked from the left to the right, and he felt proud.

“Do they always stand like this?”

“No. Only when some animals rub on me.”

“How many animals got them like this?”

“Four.”

“Only four?”

“Tonight's four.”

“That means it was like this all evening,” he said.

She felt shy to admit it.

“How is the taste?” she asked. “Did I choose the right cake for you?”

“It is too good.”

He bent to the side of her right breast. His tongue traced the curve, and the fudge loaded thick on it. His cheek rubbed the breast as his face turned. He felt how soft it was under that rub. He came up, kissed her on the lips, and pushed his tongue into her mouth. The cake was sweet and heavy between them. She licked it off his tongue. Her mouth was warm around it. She let his tongue go.

He turned to the side of her left breast. His tongue traced that curve and gathered another load, and his cheek rubbed across her as he worked. The breast shifted under his cheek. Fudge from his face smeared her skin. He came up and fed her again. She sucked the cream from his tongue. He felt the pull of her mouth until the tongue was clean, and then she released him.

Cake still sat on the outer side of her right breast. He set his cheek there. His tongue traced under the remaining fudge, and his cheek rubbed over a tooth mark while the tongue filled. The mark was warm against his cheek. He kissed her and gave her that tongue. She sealed her lips around it and sucked it in. Her mouth drew the tongue deeper, past the cake, and she sucked along it. He felt her lips tight and the pull taking him in. She kept sucking.

He went back to the side of her left breast and loaded his tongue a fourth time. His cheek pressed into her breast while his tongue traced the last thick cream. He slid that tongue into her mouth. She sucked it in again, and she thought, this is a cock. She chewed. The tongue was soft. Her teeth met through it, and the chew landed as a bite. The fudge spread between them. The bite was sharp, and her mouth stayed hot around it. She held him there. Then she opened her teeth.

“You bit me.”

“I thought it was something else,” she said.

“That is my tongue.”

“Sorry. Is it paining?”

“Not as paining as this,” he said.

His mouth dropped onto her chest. He bit her right breast, a small sharp bite, then another beside it, then another, fast, across the curve and over the marks he had already left. He caught the nipple in his teeth, let it go, and bit the skin under it. He moved to the left breast and the bites kept coming, around that nipple, down the side, and over the top. Fudge smeared his teeth. Each bite was shallow and quick, and the next one landed before the sting of the last had faded. She caught his hair. Both nipples stood among the bites, and he took each one in a quick nip and went on.

He sealed his mouth on her right breast and sucked. The pull was hard. He took the left and sucked that harder. She felt how wild he was. He was more forceful than Kunal.

She wondered how a man who acted like a saint could be this wild in bed. It made her more excited. The pain of the bites reached her as pleasure. She was happy. He was marking her as his. She did not tell him. If she told him, he would stop at once.

“Now I know why you always want many kids,” she said.

He lifted his mouth off her breast. “What is that?”

“I think you will drink all my milk and not give any to the kids.”

“That is a really interesting idea.”

He put his mouth back on her and sucked, as if he were already trying it.

Her body was shivering. She did not say she could not hold his weight. He knew. He got off her and lay on the bed at her right side.

“You said you would clean the plate. There is still cake between my breasts.”

“I kept it for this.”

He scooped the fudge from between her breasts onto his fingers. He set a finger on her belly button and drew the first letter of his name around it, with her belly button in the center. She took the cream from his fingers and drew the first letter of her name across his. He changed a curve. She pushed his hand and drew her line thicker. They both stayed on it, fingers in the fudge, her stomach under their hands, until the two letters had become one symbol. Others could see the letters in it only if one of them pointed them out.




“We should put this at the entrance of our home,” she said.

“Very good idea. Let me draw it on paper.”

“No need. Pick up my phone.”

Her phone was on the table, already pointed at the bed. He picked it up. The screen showed it was recording.

“Were you recording?”

“That’s my gift for you.”

He was happy. She was giving him the video. He could watch it every night. He aimed the phone at the symbol on her belly and took a picture. His hand stopped there. He did not lift the camera to her breasts.

“Don’t feel shy, birthday boy. Click me full.”

“Thank god for today.”

He stood on the bed and shot down at her. She lay on her back and posed for him, arms above her head, the mark on her belly, her breasts in the frame. He took picture after picture. Then he lay down beside her, and they looked at them.

“I will send it to you tomorrow,” she said.

“I am putting it as a poster in my room.”

“Idiot. What if others see.”

“They will feel envy of me.”

“Shameless. Then I am not sending it to you.”

“I was kidding. I will never show it to anyone.”

“Good.”

He put the phone aside and licked her belly clean. His tongue dug into her belly button. She jerked under it, ticklish, and he came up.

“See. The plate is clean.”

He tried to stand. She caught his hand.

“Not so fast.”

She scooped the cream off both his cheeks and rubbed it on her knees. He bent and licked it off. She traced a finger up her thighs, and his tongue followed her finger. She rubbed the rest on the skin just below her panty, where her thighs joined.

She thought of him as a fish, and she was leading him to her pussy. If he moved her panty, he wanted to fuck her, and she was going to make him the bad boy she wanted.

He licked the cream from that join. The smell of her pussy met him there. His nose pressed the panty over her, and his chin pushed up into the cloth from below, so his face was on her pussy through the panty while his tongue cleaned the skin under it. Each lick brought his chin harder against her, and the smell stayed in every breath.

His face was wedged at her crotch. The musk of her pussy had him. If he stayed even a moment, he would fuck her. He stood up.

“I am calling dibs on the bathroom.”

He washed his face.

She had been sure, and she had been that close. The game was not over. She cleaned the bed and went to the bathroom. He was already done.

“All yours, milady.”

He came out. She started the shower. She had seen him hard in his shorts when he went to the bathroom. She thought she would finish fast and go catch her fish.

Rohan lay on his stomach, and the day ran through his mind. He knew she would be perfectly willing if he fucked her. His heart and his mind were pulling two ways.

His heart said their love was strong. A big cock could not threaten it. He was five inches, an ordinary size, and that was normal for making love. He had read journal after journal that said so. He had even read studies of women whose husbands had bigger cocks and who cheated all the same, and studies that said a smaller husband left a woman comfortable. Those pages had settled him. Get naked, his heart said. When she comes out, she will take the rest.

His mind said, should we take this risk. What if the porn sites are true. What if her body prefers Kunal to him. He could give up anything in his life except her. He could not imagine a future without her. Control your cock until you tie the knot. Be selfish for one thing in your life.

The mind won. He lay as he was and started to thrust against the bed. The dance floor was in his head, and her breasts. He came in five minutes and drifted to sleep in that same position.

The fudge had left her breasts, her belly, and her thighs buttery and sticky. They would not come clean. She soaped them and soaped them again. The shower ran long.

When she came out, he was already snoring, mild and steady. She put on a panty and lay next to him. She pulled his sleeping face to her breasts and whispered, “Today you won the battle, good boy. But the war is not over yet.”

They slept the night like that, his face between her breasts, holding each other.