His lips closed around the strawberry and gently sucked it out of her drenched entrance. Cream poured from her insides as the fruit juices filled his mouth, so sweet and acidic it made him shiver. And moaning, Hisoka captured the slippery white contents from her intimacy with his tongue, invading her to sweep it out better.
Her body squirmed and clenched the tip of his tongue. He could hear Machi's little muffled sounds. The beautiful song of her pleasure playing while he tasted her flavors mixed with the whipped milk and sugar cream. His tongue teasingly flickered inside her before sliding out to spread her delicate labia, kissing them passionately as if they were her lips. So smooth, so full, so wet. So delicious to nibble softly while pulling back.
Machi tried to close her legs in a quick reflex but couldn't. Not only for the fact Hisoka wouldn't go anywhere — even if she squeezed his head between her thighs strongly enough to take away his air completely he would still relish her pussy — but also because her ankles and knees were trapped in his Elastic Love. So he gladly enjoyed the full access to her sensitive and vulnerable parts, tongue lapping on her swollen clit to feel her heat rising. To feel her body trembling. To hear her voice becoming more and more desperate.
But he didn't let her reach her highest point, no. Not just yet. And under a disappointed and annoyed groan that made him chuckle, he pressed her waist between his hands as his mouth moved up to her belly. There was so much more to taste. Like the cherry waiting for him on her navel, framed by icing. It was lovely to watch her skin retracting before his mouth, goosebumps rising while he licked the little depression of her abs.
So tasty.
When he reached her chest, it was moving up and down in a heavy cadence. Still, the little berries were firmly attached to her breasts with the cream, and in the valley between them, a piece of birthday cake for the birthday boy. Hisoka couldn't help but smile. All of that was for him alone. Such luxury he could only dream of — the luxury of having his cake from the body of the woman he craved the most. So he didn't wait to claw her lovely, soft mounds, squeezing them tightly against each other to enjoy both at once and smashing the cake between them without a care. Something so delightful shouldn't be appreciated in a clean way, no. Only a mess could do it any justice.
The tastiest things in life aren't supposed to be savored with little spoons after all.
His hips moved over hers shamelessly, his throbbing erection rubbing against her soaked intimacy and fitting perfectly between her folds while the sweet, sweet taste flooded his mouth. Whipped cream smudged his face as lips ran all over her tender skin, grabbing the red berries, suckling on her hard nipples. He took parts of the crushed cake with his fingers to revel in it. Her body turned everything so warm it was melting on his tongue, almost as much as Machi was melting in her muffled lewd moans.
Hisoka buried his head in her bosom, fingers massaging her full flesh around him, now slippery because of the cream. And once he had captured all the cake that was spread on her chest and collarbone, leaving a wet and greasy trail that made her skin shine and slip under his chest, he finally focused on her beautiful face.
He met her blue eyes, hazy in lust, and her cheeks flushed in the most exquisite shade of red he had ever seen. Her enticing open mouth was filled with strawberries and saliva was running down from the sides. The nectar he found he needed desperately, so that the first thing he did was lick the delectable tricklings from her face. And then his tongue danced inside her mouth, hoisting the first fruit to chew it hungrily while looking deeply into her needy gaze. Her anticipation was so strong he could almost touch it but his hands touched her raised arms instead as they framed her head, until his fingers met his own nen wrapped from her elbows to her wrists.
Hisoka proceeded fishing the strawberries from the little refreshing pool in her mouth until they could share the last one, smashing it together and producing red juice that poured from the junction of their lips as they kissed madly. The sweet honey of her saliva mingled with the crushed fruit, cake crumbs, the remaining cream on the corner of his lips and the lingering taste of her intimacy, creating the most perfect delicacy he could ever indulge in.
He moaned eagerly against her mouth. He sipped all the content he could from her, forcefully sucking her lower lip and making its skin break. The metallic taste that invaded his palate proved him wrong: this was the most perfect delicacy he ever had. His hands reached down to her hips with urgency as the need to take her almost ripped his chest apart. He immediately angled her so he could slide his cock into her entrance, all of his length stretching her walls and hitting her cervix at once in a firm thrust. Machi's chest rose so suddenly he felt like reaching her all the way to her throat.
"Fuck!" She huffed, so hot against his face. The unexpected invasion coloring her in a brighter red that contrasted beautifully with the cold blue of her annoyed eyes. They met his when Hisoka rested his forehead against hers. Below, he rolled his hips against hers now lazily, appreciating inch by inch of her fluttering interior and how it clenched around him as if begging for more. "Why do you gotta be so messy?"
"This is how I like to enjoy my cake, sweetheart…" He licked his lips, teasingly. "I devour it whole."
