Froth is a short piece of erotica that was originally featured in Nikki Haze’s Eat Me 250 Word Challenge. It is here presented with the sketch I did for it that was cut from the Challenge.
Even as Matheus was eating me out in the bathroom of Cafe di Roma, my favorite espresso bar, I was still thinking about milk froth.
I’d intended to take things slow with him, but then he’d ordered the cappuccino. I sat there clutching my skinny hazlenut latte as he licked a crest of full-fat foamed milk off of the top of his drink, his tongue darting out like a cat’s.
“Cappuccino is all about the froth,” he said, then lifted the mug to his mouth and sucked. I watched the meringue-like clouds slide past his full lips one stiff peak after another submitting to that magnetic pull.
I uncrossed and recrossed my legs as he swallowed, his eyes half closing in appreciation as the apple of his throat moved down and back up again.
I pressed my palm down into my lap as he made slow, loving work of the rest of the drink. A spot of foam clung to the corner of his mouth, and when that remarkable tongue of his darted out again to claim it, I gasped.
Abandoning all restraint, he tongued the rim of his cup. I was riveted. By the time he’d finished teasing off every last bit of froth, I was hot, my drink was cold, and the throbbing between my thighs was unbearable.
Matheus gazed right at me with a fox’s smile. Damn, he knew exactly what he was doing.
A few minutes later, I was biting my hand to avoid crying out as his nimble tongue brought me to a shuddering climax. He looked up at me and licked a bit of froth – my froth – from his lip.