Sydney pushed the cart closer to the couch.
Marcus returned to the couch and poured two glasses of wine. “Come, we’ll eat over here,” he said, waving his hand at Sydney.
Sydney grabbed a glass of wine and immediately reached for the oysters.
“Wow, I wasn’t sure you’d even eat the oysters.” Marcus was pleasantly surprised.
“I’m Italian. Of course I eat oysters. I’m just not crazy about spare ribs. You can have them.”
Marcus was fine with that. He planned on making such a mess that Sydney would be more than willing to clean him up.
When Sydney finished off all the oysters, the bottle of wine was completely empty, and Marcus had barbeque sauce all over his face and down his chest, he didn’t even have to ask. She was all over it. Her tantalizing tongue worked its magic. Marcus was stiff as concrete. He didn’t know how much more he’d be able to handle before his balls started to turn blue.
After Sydney had had her full of barbeque sauce she started on the fruit salad. She fed Marcus a pineapple chunk and then popped a kiwi into her own mouth. Marcus grabbed a strawberry and ever so gently squeezed it before placing it into her mouth, causing the juices to drip down her chin. The mango was just as juicy as the strawberries, and Sydney took the opportunity to return the favor of covering Marcus with juice.
By the time they finished the fruit salad, they were both completely covered in juice and extremely sticky.
“Would you mind if I use your shower to clean up?” Marcus was already removing his pants and socks. “You can join me if you like, but you‘ll have to take your clothes off.”
It suddenly became apparent to Sydney that this was Marcus’ way of seeing her naked in the light. With some hesitation, she removed her sweats but kept her shirt on.
Marcus started the water and turned to help Sydney into the shower when he noticed she still wore her Woody shirt. “Come on, you’re not seriously gonna shower with that shirt on.”
“It’s been a long time since anyone has seen me naked in the light. I’m not as tight as you think I am. I’ve had four babies, and even though I try to stay in shape, my body refuses to cooperate.”
“You’re the hottest mama I’ve ever seen.”
Sydney never liked the way “mama” sounded; she especially didn’t let her kids call her that. However coming from Marcus with his husky male rasp, the word sent waves of heat through her body. Now she couldn’t keep the shirt on. Between that and the hot steam from the shower, she was completely hot and bothered.
Pushing Marcus under the water, she crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the hem of the shirt, and yanked it over her head. She dropped the shirt to the floor as she stepped into the shower.
All of a sudden the water went cold.
“Are you trying to freeze my nipples off? It’s really cold. Isn‘t that gonna work against us?”
“After the lunch we just had, and now you standing in front of me butt naked, I’m pretty sure that if you just open your mouth, I’m gonna blow my load.”
Without moving her eyes from Marcus, Sydney reached down and firmly but gently wrapped her fingers around his member and began moving her fist up and down in a slow, steady motion.
Soft moans escaped his mouth. She formed a ring with her thumb and index finger, placed it at the base of his shaft and applied light pressure while fondling his testicles with her other hand.
“Syd, I really can’t …”
Looking down, she continued stroking his shaft with one hand. With the other, she gently messaged the skin between his ass and balls. She could’ve sworn she saw his toes curl.
“OH. MY. GOD.”
His body began to convulse. Semen was gushing like someone had turned on the faucet.
Sydney continued stroking until the very last drop was out. She reached for the soap, lathered her hands up and cleaned him, starting at his penis, then his balls, followed by his inner thigh, down to his knee,