Sara unloaded the bag from the trunk and took it into the motel room. She could hear the shower cut off and quickly stowed the bag under the bed and out of sight.
She had picked up a few things for their last night on the road, and she didn't want to spoil the surprise.
She looked to the bathroom door as it swung open and Michael came out with a towel slung low on his hips. Sara's breath caught in her throat at the sight of his inked flesh ending to meet unmarked tanned skin.
She tried to make the towel slip telepathically, but when that didn't work she thought screw it, and walked over to him.
She stuck out a finger and slipped it between the towel and his taught flesh dislodging it. She grinned as the towel fell around his feet showing her the prize.
He grinned at her and Sara grinned back at him hotly before letting her gaze drop to his hardening member.
"Are you ready for the last game"? She stuck her finger into her mouth making a show of wetting it, and then starting at the shaft of his penis she let it travel to his tip.
He inhaled sharply at the contact and reached for her.
"Not yet", Sara slapped his hands away and pushed him into a sitting position on the bed.
She then leaned to grab the bag from under the bed. She let her mouth fall on him in passing and he gasped.
"Jesus, Sara, you're driving me crazy", he said his voice deep with need.
Sara stood up grinning.
"That's the idea, isn't it, Michael"? She said making her way to the bathroom.
Michael grinned.
"Yeah, just don't take too long or I might start without you", he said running his long fingers across his chest.
Sara grinned as the image of Michael pleasuring himself filled her head. She felt herself getting more aroused, and sped up the preparations.
(A short time later)
Sara turned out the light and then opened the door. She stepped out into the glow the television cast into the otherwise unlit room.
Michael's gaze left the TV and he looked over at her, his mouth falling open.
"I hope you saved room for dessert, Scofield", she grinned as Michael took in her appearance.
She was covered in whipped cream and chocolate fudge. To top it all off she had a Maraschino cherry perched on each nipple.
Michael grinned. "There's always room for dessert, Tancredi. Come 'ere".
Sara walked slowly towards him the masterpiece swaying with her hips at every step. She came to stand directly in front of him her hands held behind her back.
She brought them around and placed the two items in front of his eyes for inspection. Chocolate fudge and whipped cream. He looked up from the items and into her hot stare.
His grin widened as it became clear just what was about to happen.
"You have to clean your plate, Michael", she said putting a knee on each side of him with a grin.
"In fact, if you clean your plate, I'll clean mine", she said bringing his 'dessert' in closer.
Michael didn't hesitate. He brought his mouth down, the maraschino cherry smooth and wet in his mouth. He chewed it quickly and made his way to Sara's other nipple making haste with that cherry as well.
With both cherries consumed, he devoured the whipped cream that surrounded each aureola, his mouth sucking her nipples in long and hard, pulling a gasp from her partially opened mouth.
He flipped her over and hovered above her fudge streaked body before moving on to the mound between her thighs. He grinned devilishly up at her before delving in deep.
Sara moaned loudly as his tongue lapped up the sweet desert she had concocted. She pushed herself against him inviting him deeper, her body on fire with the need to explode.
She felt his tongue leave her aching, as he went on to explore the sweet fudge she had filled her belly button with, his tongue dipping into it sending waves of pleasure through her belly and deep into her core.
She felt her thighs begin to shake as he entered her again, his mouth pulling at her aching core.
She placed her hands on his closely cropped head and urged him deeper still…She felt her orgasm looming and then it was ripping through her with waves of pleasure.
She gasped again as her tender nerve endings reacted to his lips as he placed one last kiss on her sated wetness.
She pulled him up and pushing him down on the sticky bed she opened the jar of hot fudge.
She spread it along his aroused body a gasp issuing from his lips with every stroke of her fingers.
When she was satisfied with the amount of fudge covering him she sprayed the whipped cream along his throbbing member.
Tossing the can aside she took her time traveling his body, lapping at the sticky spots, his louder gasps making her linger. When his body was sticky, but absent of any visible chocolate she took him deep into her throat.
He gasped and moaned as she scraped her teeth lightly along his shaft, her soft sucking becoming more intense as she reached his tip. He bucked his hips pushing himself back into her mouth.
She grinned around his hardness and sucked him harder with each stroke of her mouth her lips and teeth eliciting sensations that made him shake and gasp as his release drew near.
She sped up her actions and then slowed as his hips bucked once again pushing his seed into her mouth. She tasted him briefly as he filled her throat, and then she eased into a sitting position over his pleasure reddened flesh.
He grinned up at her his eyes heavy from their excursions. "I just have one question. How did you get those cherries to stay in place"?
Sara laughed. "Don't ask".
(The End)