He use to love strong, dark, bitter coffee. Use to, being the operative word. Now he is a changed man. There is something decadent about mild coffee, with just a touch of cream. Coffee, the colour of caramel, with just a whiff of chocolate, tasting as sweet on your tongue as a midnight dream. Coffee like the colour of her skin.
He sighs as he sees her standing naked before him. Caramel chocolate from her toes to her head. Begging him to taste her sweetness. Inviting him to touch her smooth soft skin. Endless moments of rapture for his enjoyment only. He cups her heavy delightful breasts and she moans as she bends backward a full half circle. Giving him a magnificent view of the contours of her chest. Excitedly he lowers his tongue to her nipple. If she is this supple and limber, tonight will entail the most glorious sex he ever had in his life!
He sucks her nipple deep into his mouth and she shivers, grabbing his arms for support. He slowly lowers her onto the white satin sheets. Just admiring the dream she is portraying, caramel and cream! She lifts her head and those bedroom eyes darkens from ebony to black, pupils as huge as the windows of her soul. She wants him. Pouty, glossed lips parts in anticipation and she spreads her legs ninety degrees to boths sides. Astonished, he watches as she thrusts her hips invitingly back and forth. Lowering one hand, she touches her clitoris and moans as she parts her labia to give him a better view. A brilliant view of velvety pink glistened lips. His head spinning he smells and tastes sweet nectar as his lips devour her offering. Sweet, caramel coloured coffee, with just a whiff of chocolate, his favourite!