Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
A little nod is all I need, and I grab the chocolate spread, knowing that it's a great first food to use. The way it melts against the skin is just delicious, and the pressure needed to lick it away will have Kyla's back rising off the bed.
What could be better than a writhing, squirming, beautiful woman covered in chocolate?
"Don't you need to put down the towels?" she asks.
"Are you planning on making a mess?" I joke.
"Definitely put them down. I won't relax if I'm worried about the sheets getting dirty."
It takes a few seconds to spread the towels around Kyla. Anything to make her feel relaxed, and then I begin painting her with the chocolate I scoop onto the tip of my finger. The first stroke of it across her nipple has her skin breaking out in goose flesh. I guess it's a little cold, which only adds to the sensations. Licking it away is my favorite part. The sweetness spreads over my tongue, and her tight little nipple draws into a harder point. My piercing grazes her sensitive skin, and her eyes widen at the new sensation. The moan that leaves her lips makes my cock kick, but I’m not ready yet.
I'm here to show Kyla that she deserves time and effort. I want to show her that any man worth his salt will consider her pleasure first. And in the process, I get to do it the way I like.
Her body's unmarked with ink, but I can mark it with chocolate. I can paint pictures of the things that I think would fit with Kyla's personality. A rabbit, slightly timid but with a strong kick. A butterfly, fleeting but stunning. A set of scales for fairness and the weighing of decisions. I mark each one out messily across her stomach, licking in between until I'm closer and closer to the apex of her thighs.
Kyla's arm is tossed across her face as though she needs to shut out anything visual to fully focus on the physical touch. Her body moves with every stroke of my finger and tongue, but when I spread the chocolate on the inside of her thigh, she goes completely still.
Now it's time to change things up. I put the jar back on the table and reach for the ice cream. Hot and cold work so well in driving a woman crazy. The drip of melting ice cream over Kyla's clit will make her flinch, but the warmth of my tongue will be the ultimate antidote.
It's cold on my finger, so I don't press it directly to her skin. I leave it to melt and drip down, watching Kyla gasp and squirm, bending to lick away the sweet, creamy vanilla.
She groans as I use the metal in my tongue to create more friction.
Oh God, the taste of her is intoxicating. The scent of her sends a buzz that travels over the back of my head and down my spine. The hunger I feel for this woman is a desperate coiling thing, like the snake that twists down the front of my body and wraps around my cock. She's barely touched me, but we're already entwined.
I let the ice cream drip again, and Kyla moans as her hand reaches out to grip my hair. I don't think she knows whether she wants to steer me toward her pussy or drag me back, but whatever. I'm licking this woman until she comes. Food aside, this is my mission, and the bite of pain as she drives me forward only makes my cock harder.
I know when she's close. Her hips are antsy, and her moans higher in pitch. Her grip tightens until my hair is loosened from its fastening, and then she says it.
"Please."
How could I possibly deny her when she asks so nicely. I slide two fingers inside her heat and press up, and then Kyla's coming and coming like a vice against my hand.
I give her a minute to relax again, and when she does, she peeks at me from behind her arm. "Holy fuck."
"Are you hungry for dessert now?" I wriggle my eyebrows, eliciting the sweetest giggle from Kyla.
"I'm hungry for all the dessert." She looks pointedly from the table to my cock, and it's that moment that I become sure of something. This girl isn't a one-night thing. She's not going to be someone that I can walk away from. She's a keeper. The kind of girl that mommas the world over want to point their sons toward.
But this whole thing is just about sex, and after tonight, she's going to spend time with my brother and each of my buddies. It doesn't matter how good I make this or how much I want her to stay over tomorrow and the next night and the one after that.