I slipped into my red silk nighty. The slight amounts of the fabric it did have, clung to my soft skin. I’d told him to wait, to give me a few minutes. I ran my hand against the thin material, so smooth; I let out a light moan as I slid my hand over my breast, feeling sexy. The watermelon scented candles flickered and the glow danced off the ceiling, as I set my treats on the nightstand.
Lying on the bed, twisting my hips sideways, I grabbed a handful of M&Ms. Starting at my ankle, I carefully lined my body. I pulled at the taut fabric at my chest, sliding my hand across the soft mounds and setting my breasts free. I placed one chocolate kiss on each nipple.
With a giddy grin, and a girly giggle, I knocked on the wall to signal I was ready. My pulse increased and flutters erupted in my belly.
The door opened and instantly, devouring eyes roved my body, which scorched my flesh like flames. He moved to the foot of the bed swiftly. Beginning at my ankle his tongue captured the treats eagerly, three at a time. I tried hard to maintain my composure; keep still, as the kisses melted and clung to my heated nipples. The sensation and anticipation made my clit swell and ache, as my head rocked back. I tried to watch, keep our eyes locked, so desperately I tried. His gaze seduced me more than his mouth.
His lips pulled the remaining candies from my hip, cracking them between his teeth. Roughly, he pushed my hip back and splayed my legs open, as he swallowed the chocolate. I gasped. Shocked at the pure urgency in his eyes; the clouded darkness rolled into them and the hunger that poured from them.
As he crawled up me slowly, his erection tickled the inside of my thigh; I could feel it weeping pre-come across my heated flesh. My breath quickened into short pulses, I couldn’t blink, nor speak. A delicious grin parted across his face. His tongue swirled around each chocolate kiss, plucking it off, as his teeth returned for seconds, scraping against the sensitive tissue and tugging my nipples to points. His teeth moved north and his lips encased my neck, as one hand pressed my wrist above my head.
My other hand fisted his hair, as he roughly forced himself inside my soaked cunt. I pulled my legs up, wrapping them around; pulling him deeper. Each thrust was deeper, harder, as he bottomed out. I couldn’t get enough of the assault. I was panting for more; clawing at his skin with my free hand.
I screamed as my climax neared; I didn’t want it to end. And as it hit, as the heat surged and my orgasm crested, he grunted—alerting me to our simultaneous orgasm. His dew covered forehead dropped, resting on my shoulder. Breathing…breathing…trying to catch his breath.
I hadn’t realized it, but I had bit him. Prying my teeth from his flesh, I asked, “Did you like your dessert?”
“Did you?” he whispered through labored breaths scented with chocolate.