He dragged the necklace over her breasts, down her belly, and over her thighs. Every touch of the sticky chocolate made her ache for more. He moved the necklace over her foot and up her leg like a garter, wrapped his hands around her hips, and bent at the waist to kiss the crest of each thigh. She clutched his forearms as he dragged his tongue along her inner thigh and over the chocolates, where he sealed his mouth, licking and sucking, working all sorts of exhilarating magic. He was relentless, drenching her thighs with attention. He stopped just short of her panties, lingering there, his hot breath coasting over her center. She tried to squeeze her legs together to lessen her trembling, but he quickly lowered his chin, his whiskers chafing her inner thighs, and slicked his tongue along her damp panties.
“Zevy—” she pleaded, rocking her hips.
He brushed his chin over her panties. His whiskers poked through the material, sending prickles of pleasure coursing through her. She whimpered, and he grinned as she dug her fingernails into his skin. He made a gruff, appreciative noise and kissed each of her thighs so tenderly, the conflicting emotions were torturous.
He rose to his full height, his eyes blazing as he pushed her hand into his underwear and demanded, “Stroke me.” He crushed his mouth to hers.
No demand necessary. She wanted this more than she wanted her next breath. His demand made it all the more titillating. He sucked her tongue, and she stroked him tighter. He moaned into their kisses, his hips thrusting, fucking her hand as he ate at her mouth. She stroked faster—he kissed deeper. She squeezed tighter—he thrust harder. He leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth wider, his tongue plunging over hers. He was a little rough, and she loved it. A long, rumbling groan flew from his lungs as he tore his mouth away and pulled her hand from his underwear, his face a mask of restraint as he said, “I fucking love your mouth, and your hands.”
“I fucking love your cock,” she countered boldly. “I want to suck it.”
“Oh, you will,” he promised.
He hauled her to the edge of the table, pushed his hands into the sides of her panties, palming her ass. He ground against her center, taking her in another punishingly intense kiss. Angling his hips, he created exquisite friction on her most sensitive nerves. Lust pooled inside her, pounding through her chest. Her nipples burned, the tease of an orgasm tugging at her periphery. She kissed him harder, willing it to take hold. He shifted his hands lower, lifting and angling her forward so she was rubbing against the head of his cock. She wrapped her arms tighter around him, her thighs flexing as his fingers moved through her wetness. Tingling sensations consumed her, stealing her breath. He intensified his efforts, applying pressure in all the right places, sending her spiraling into ecstasy. She tore her mouth away, gasping for air as her body pulsed and bucked. He sealed his mouth over her neck, setting her off like a volcano.
“Don’t stop!” she pleaded as her climax, and her man, ravaged her.
When she finally collapsed, boneless and dizzy, in his arms, he whispered in her ear, “I’ve got you, babe.”
He showered her with kisses, whispering sweetnesses between each press of his lips. When her breathing finally calmed, he drew back with a predatory look in his eyes, reviving all of her tired parts, as he said, “Now, to enjoy the rest of my treasure.” He eyed the rest of the chocolates he’d set out, and then those hungry eyes hit hers. He took her face between his hands and said, “I’m a greedy bastard for you. I don’t want anything changing your perfect taste.”
His lips covered hers so tenderly, she went soft in his arms. He continued kissing her as he guided her hands to the table behind her hips. When their lips parted, he stripped off her panties and the necklace. The ravenous look in his eyes did her in.
“Hurry,” she pleaded.
“That’s one demand I will not follow,” he said as he spread her legs wider.
He sank down and proceeded to drive her out of her mind with his hands and mouth. He licked and flicked, fucked and sucked, pleasuring her so thoroughly, streams of indiscernible noises spilled from her lungs. She clawed at the table, pleasure building inside her until she was hanging on to reality by a fast-fraying thread. His