A/N: Here's Part 3!
Stef returns moments later to find Lena has dug handcuffs out from behind the pillow, where she had hidden them earlier, and is swinging them seductively, despite still being blindfolded. *Damn, my wife is sexy* Stef thinks to herself before setting down the tray she's holding in order to take the cuffs and deftly lock Lena's hands to the headboard.
"Well, someone's eager," Lena jokes, with giggles that are quickly stifled by Stef's lips and tongue besieging her own. She arches her back off the bed to gain more access to the blonde, despite her restraints.
Stef pulls back to blaze a trail down Lena's torso, first with her hands, searching every inch of beautiful soft skin, soon following with her mouth: kissing, nipping, licking each and every goose bump. Just as she reaches Lena's navel Stef sits up, breaking contact completely and leaving the brunette squirming. "Not so fast, missy," she breathlessly scolds, "I believe we've come to the taste portion of the evening, and I will not have you rushing me through to dessert. I want to savor every last bit of you." She reaches to the tray waiting on the nightstand and selects her first item, using it to make circles around Lena's erect nipples before bringing it to her lover's mouth.
Lena takes a bite of something juicy, tart, and sweet as Stef traces the same circles over again, this time using her tongue. Lena moans, "Strawberries, classic you," remembering the first anniversary they'd ever celebrated. She had loved seeing the silly, adventurous side of her then-girlfriend, and is glad to know that fire still burns bright. *This weekend is exactly what we needed* she thinks as Stef rakes her teeth over the hard mound. She inhales sharply, ending with a squeal as she feels something cold being dripped onto her stomach, making a path down her hip and ending at her inner thigh.
Stef licks her way back up the path she's made, nipping at her wife's hip before snaking her way up the brunette's svelte torso and kissing her passionately. They luxuriate in the delicious taste of the chocolate syrup mixed with the taste of each other as Stef's hands wander down to Lena's center.
Lena responds by deepening the kiss and wrapping her leg around the blonde's own thigh, craving more friction. She groans as she feels Stef pull away, but is swiftly distracted as the blonde reverses herself and hovers above Lena, putting them into perfect position to taste one another.
Dipping her head low, Stef runs a long, torturously slow lick down her love's folds. She tastes salty and sweet and so fucking hot. *Why haven't I done this more often?* Stef chastises. She lowers herself as she feels Lena attempt the same, and is rewarded with a jolt at first contact. The energy running through the blonde from her own mounting pleasure spurs her on, as she works Lena into a frenzy.
Lena searches around with her tongue, exploring her wife's pussy, enjoying every drop of wetness that she knows is just for her. She finds Stef's clit and gives it a few swift flicks before sucking hard.
Stef moans loudly, throwing her head back. It isn't long before she sinks back down and resumes her ministrations, adding two fingers into the mix and thrusting them into Lena's cunt before curling the tips, causing Lena's hips to buck beneath her. Stef continues, each thrust more fervent than the last, and it isn't long before Lena is hurtling over the edge, taking Stef with her as she gives the blonde's clit one last lick.
Stef collapses on top of Lena, rolling off to the side only after catching her muscles have relaxed enough for her to move. For a few moments the two women lie this way, only fingertips touching, listening to the sound of each other's breathing. Stef breaks the trance by righting herself and unlatching Lena's hands, before coming to a rest on the Brunette's chest.
Lena wraps her arms around her wife, kissing the top of her head, before quipping, "That was quite the impressive tasting, Mrs. Adams-Foster."
"Why thank you, Mrs. Adams-Foster," Stef responds before yawning. "I hate to spoil the mood, but I think I may need a nap to recharge before the next round."
"You read my mind," Lena says, trying unsuccessfully to stifle her own yawn. She removes her blindfold and lays it on the nightstand, next to what seems to be a bowl of grapes and a bottle of mustard. "Uh, honey? Mustard? Really?"
"I was in a hurry, okay. Have you seen you? No wonder I was rushing! Besides," she says, tugging the covers up over them before pulling the brunette back into a tight embrace, "I knew there was no way I was going to get through that entire tray before I just had to taste the best thing on the menu." With that she closes her eyes as Lena does the same and they drift off for a much-needed rest.
To be continued…