I try again, and this time I’m too quick and capture the spoon in my mouth, but not before a trickle of chocolate lands on my chin.
“Let me.”
Arlo leans forward and presses his mouth to the stray spot of chocolate. My breath hitches as he laps up the chocolate, nibbling on my lower lip and licking it off my skin.
Prickles of heat skitter across my body; my gaze meets his, and there’s desire in his look. Desire and mischief.
He moves the spoon around the pan and holds up the chocolate laden spoon. It was hot when I was cooking, and all I’m wearing is my blouse with the top buttons undone. My breasts are pressed together, showing a valley of cleavage, and this is where he aims the spoon.
“What are you…?”
Before I can finish my sentence, warm gooey chocolate hits my skin. It trickles between the valley of my breasts, leaving a warm sticky trail.
“Whoops.” Arlo chuckles. “I better get that.”
His eyes are dancing, but I don’t resist as he runs a finger over my chest and scoops up sticky chocolate. His touch has me on fire, and I want him so bad I whimper.
He chuckles at the sounds I make. And instead of licking the chocolate off his finger, he brings it to my mouth. His fingertip nudges my lips, looking for entry. My tongue flicks out and laps the chocolate off his finger while his gaze is on my lips, mesmerized as I suck his finger into my mouth, sucking off all the sweet chocolate until I swallow it down.
By the time his finger pops out of my mouth, we’re both breathing hard.
I want Arlo. I can’t deny it. We’ve agreed it’s just for the weekend, because I can’t give him any more than that. But I’ll make damn sure I make the most of my weekend.
We move at the same time. Our mouths smash together as we rip at each other’s clothes. He pulls my blouse off, sending buttons popping. They land on the floor and skitter across the kitchen. His mouth devours the chocolate on my skin as his fingers undo my bra.
Not bothering with the spoon, Arlo scoops chocolate onto his fingers and smears it over my breasts, leaving a sticky mess on my body.
Heat pools in my core, and my panties gush with my arousal. I’ve spent my life making desserts, and now I am the dessert.
What I love about cooking is not just the end result. I love the creation. I love the messiness of it. I pull Arlo toward me and rub my body against his, transferring chocolate sauce onto his torso. He’s my favorite dessert and I lick him up, teasing his nipples with my tongue the way he does to me.
Then I’m pulling at his jeans, not sure what I want but knowing there’s a need inside me that only he can fulfil.
He drags his jeans off and makes quick work of mine. We tumble to the kitchen floor in a mess of discarded clothes and chocolate.
“You’re my favorite dessert.” He swirls chocolate sauce around my nipples, and I stifle a cry as jolts of electricity course through my body.
His head moves down my stomach and I guess where he’s heading, but I want more. I want to give him a good time. I want to eat him up for dessert too.
My hands tug at his boxers, and his huge cock pops out. I freeze. It’s enormous. I’ve never seen a penis in the wild before, and this one’s huge and erect and throbbing purple like a ripe blueberry. My core clenches as a pearl of pre-cum beads at the tip.
“It looks like a blueberry,” I blurt out.
Arlo chuckles and sits back on his haunches.
“You could have said an eggplant. I’m not sure a blueberry is what a man wants his dick compared to.”
I lick my lips, impatient for a taste. “Blueberry is my favorite fruit.” I wiggle myself so that I’m positioned before him and pull him up to his knees. “It makes the best desserts.”
The pan has been discarded on the floor, and I take a scoop of chocolate and dribble it on the tip of his cock.
Arlo gasps, and his eyes widen in surprise. I love that I can surprise him like this. I bet he’s never had his dick made into dessert before.
Before he can say anything, I dip my head and lick the chocolate off his twitching cock. We groan at the same time.
I’ve never tasted anything so sweet. My tongue laps up the chocolate, making sure to lick every part of his shaft.
“Christ, Maggie, that feels good.”
