Seduced by Chocolate (3 page)

Lincoln released his grip on her hair and slid his large hands down to her breasts. He cupped each mound. His palm and fingers tightened, squeezing, kneading her flesh. Charly moaned. He knew just how to apply the right pressure, not too hard, not too soft, and she found herself being swept into a thick wave of pleasure. She couldn’t remember being with a man who had such magic hands, wicked fingers, who knew how to touch a woman. A gifted maestro who could play her body like an instrument of lust. The way he kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples sent an electric shock down her spine.

Of course, his mouth and tongue were even more wicked. She jumped, flinched, trembled, as Lincoln nipped, sucked and licked his way down her chest. Brimstone of pure lust seared her entire being. Suddenly the air around her thinned. She heaved as she stifled the urge to come.

“God, Charlene,” he said thickly. “I could eat you like this all night long.”

Do, please. I don’t mind a bit.

This time Lincoln dipped a whole hand into the pot and wriggled it above her chest. A shower of melting chocolate hit her naked flesh. She whimpered. Morsels of delicious pain and pleasure exploded beneath her skin. He lowered his head, his tongue flicking her hardened nipple.

Charly opened her mouth, taking in an enormous gulp of air. The sensation was too wicked for words. Another series of keening cries escaped her throat. Lincoln took one nipple into his mouth, trapping her hard bud between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. His lips enveloped her nipple. He sucked her hard. She yelled, climaxing. Instinctively, she grabbed his hair and dug her short-nailed fingers into his scalp. Her back arched. Her toes curled. The air was knocked out from her lungs. She creamed luxuriously.

He didn’t stop even when he knew she was climaxing. He squeezed her other breast and released her nipple from his mouth. He took her other unmolested nipple, sucking her with all his might. Charly was thrashing, cursing and pleading as he dangled the last strand of her sanity and ripped it away from its seams. She came again. Violently. Her scream rang to the ceiling. Her body shook. Fireworks exploded before her eyes.

She sobbed at the intensity when the shockwaves of pleasure ebbed away. Lincoln was giving her a cat bath where he’d dripped the chocolate. He purred with satisfaction, enjoying the ambrosial chocolate confection that had been her family’s secret recipe for decades. When he finally finished licking off the chocolate from her body, he pulled his head upward. A huge grin plastered his face. He smacked his lips. “I can’t remember the last time I tasted chocolate this good.”

“No kidding,” she answered in a weak tone. She couldn’t remember ever coming so hard by having her nipples sucked. On second thought, no, she’d never come from having her nipples sucked. This man was a god.

Lincoln laughed, scooting toward the edge of the bed. He parted her legs wide, baring her cunt to his gaze. Cool air brushed her exposed sex. Thrums of ache intensified deep inside her pussy. “Now, the
piece de resistance.
”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yeah.” He dripped chocolate on her pubis and her inner thighs. She flinched. The chocolate was still warm. He smeared her vulva with more chocolate and followed with some treacherous licks. She closed her legs in reflex, but Lincoln pushed her legs apart to keep her splayed open. Charly clawed the sheet and her back arched with the rhythm of his licks. He ate the chocolate from her pussy first before he thrust his tongue into her entrance.

Her eyes flew open. For a moment, she was off to never-never land. He grunted as he swirled his tongue inside her pussy. The tight wall of her vagina clenched from the salacious intrusion. He fucked her with his tongue as if teasing her with what his cock would soon be doing. Charly panted for breath. The pleasure was pure as sin. When Lincoln flicked his tongue upward between her pussy lips, a storm of heavy pleasure hit her without warning. She came again. Charly thrashed, crying his name.

But Lincoln didn’t stop. His mouth found her clit and he latched onto her bud like an oversexed hummingbird trying to rape the honey out from a maiden flower.

“Lincoln!” Charly screamed.

Burst after burst of exquisite pleasure exploded in her depths. She never knew there were so many shades of pleasure until now. Like a world-renowned artist, Lincoln painted the pleasure for her to see, to experience in the flesh. She almost could see red when Lincoln nipped her clit, and sparks of pain burst with the agonizing pleasure. A slow suck invoked a deep drawing ecstasy from under her belly. A hard impatient suck made her see rainbows before her eyes. It was wonderful and nerve-wracking at the same time. She wondered if any woman who experienced this was still able to retain her sanity.

When Lincoln finished torturing her with his mouth, there were tears running down her face, and her mind was muddy, her whole body a quivering mass. Lincoln had reduced her thoughts to a puddle of nothingness. He gave her a Cheshire cat kind of smile. “Like it?”

She couldn’t answer. Her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth. All she could do was moan, shudders still twinkling through her from head to toe.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He put the pot of chocolate on the nightstand and stroked his cock. That angry beast of his looked as frisky as its master. He looked around and cringed. “My clothes are downstairs. I need to get something from my wallet.”

Charly snapped out from her ecstasy’s trance. “D-don’t worry. I got you covered.” She reached for the top drawer of her nightstand and fished out a wrapped condom. “Will this do?”

“Will do.” Lincoln winked. He tore the foil with his teeth.

“Ooh, let me do it.” She wanted to put the condom on him.

“I don’t think so. You’re up to no good. I want to fuck now.” She groaned but he shushed her quiet. He put the condom in place and motioned for her to spread her legs apart. She widened her eyes as Lincoln pressed his thick, fat cockhead to her opening. Jolts of electric shivers raced up her spine when their flesh made contact. Her pussy clenched. He pushed in. Charly bit her lower lip. The tip speared her open, only slightly. He withdrew with a wicked grin. “Feel like begging yet?”

Bastard. He knew she was more than ready and yet he still wanted to play. “Fuck me,” she said with a half growl.

“Mmm.” He thrust in. His cock glided in an inch. Charly’s eyes wanted to jump out from their sockets. The pressure was incredible. Her swollen sex felt heavy as he stretched her deeper. He went in another inch and paused. “How do you like it so far?”

“Wonderful, thank you very much. If you don’t fuck me properly, I swear to God I’m going to murder you.”

“Getting violent, are we?” he replied, mocking her. He seized her hips and plowed her until he hit her cervix.

“God.” She gasped, savoring the way her cunt yielded to the sweet intrusion.

“Fuck,” he said, his face contorted in a sweet agony. His gaze raked her up and down. His face flushed red. His forehead beaded with perspiration and the veins on his temples were a blatant testament that he was at the edge of his self-control as well. “Oh, babe, you feel so right. So wet. So hot.” His cock shuddered in her depths. She squeezed her muscles. Lincoln swore. “Don’t. You’re going to make me come if you do that…”

Charly licked her lips. “You don’t want to?”

“Babe. I want this to last…”

Goody.
She craned her neck forward to get a clearer view of their joining. Lincoln’s cock peeked shyly from his dark thatch before her hungry cunt swallowed his length. He filled her good, in places she never knew existed before. The cock pulsed as if it possessed a life of its own. He tugged and ground, pressing his hard balls against her perineum, as if he was experimenting how deep he could fuck her.

“Damn.” She had to say something. It was hard to keep her sanity intact being stretched out like this. “I’ve…”

“Good?” he sought a confirmation. “You feel incredibly good, babe. I…shit. Give me a minute. I really want this to last. I love this, Charly. I love being here with you. Very fucking much. I’ve never felt this way about anyone so quickly before.”

Her already pounding heart beat harder from his declaration. She felt as giddy as a schoolgirl being courted for the very first time. Lincoln shifted, pressing a small kiss on her forehead while covering her body with his. His cock burrowed deep inside her, unsated. Ravenous. She was too. She wanted to see and feel that gorgeous cock of his in action, fucking her to oblivion. But he wanted to last…

He leaned on his side and lifted her leg to drape on his waist. She hugged him, her arms wrapped around his neck. Their chests grazed, their pubic bones ground together and their sexes snuggled tightly as if they were especially made for each other.

“Linc,” she squeaked.

“Yes, babe?”

“Please, fuck me. I’ll go insane if you don’t…”

He kissed her while he thrust and pulled in small, hummingbird motions. “Like this?”

She cried. The way his hard, veined cock ground her passage caused small bursts of pleasure to erupt within her, but they weren’t enough to make her come. “Faster,” she begged. “Harder. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Patience, beautiful.” He slipped his hand between their slicked bodies. He found her engorged clitoris and rolled it. “Will you come if I play with your clit like this?”

She nodded hard. “I want to come when you come. Please. Fuck me.”

He considered her plea before finally agreeing. “For you, babe, everything.” He pulled his hand away and rolled her flat on her back again. He went on top of her and his hands splayed her legs. He withdrew almost to his cockhead and slammed back in one agonizingly slow stroke. Charly wept. The pleasure was beyond good. He hissed as he pulled, then thrust in again with his original slowness, as if he wanted to relive the initial penetration.

Cat noises erupted from her throat as Lincoln slowly continued to rut. He picked up his speed, slamming her cunt with his thick shaft in a series of crazed bunny fucks. Their sex made obscene sounds as his cock plundered her pussy. She bucked, matching his rhythm. He clawed her shoulders. She clawed his back, digging her nails into his flesh, overcome with a greedy need. What he had given her wasn’t enough. She needed more of him. Harder. Rougher. Branding his flesh upon hers. Bruising her for days. She begged in a desperate voice, “Linc, harder, please. I need you. God. Harder. Please.”

“Damn it, Charlene. I was trying to make it—”

“We can fuck again later. Tomorrow. Anytime you want. Right now I need to come.”

As if her words served as fuel to flame, Lincoln growled and pounded into her hard enough to knock the air out of her lungs. “Yes!” she cried. New ecstasy exploded in her cunt. All the nerves in her body shrieked with maddening need. “Harder!”

Lincoln lunged and yanked and clawed, pinning her on the bed, fucking her with brutality, driving her body toward the headboard. She welcomed his savagery with delight. She reared to meet his thrusts. His cock slammed into her hungry cunt. He pistoned into her, flooding her with viciousness fucks to the point she couldn’t breathe. A wave of thick pleasure seized her in a jealous grip. Her body tensed. Her throat was raw from screaming. Her ears rang. Red and blue fireworks blinded her eyes. She came, a rapture so great she thought she was dying. Charly screamed from the top of her lungs. Floated free.

Lincoln was screaming as he pounded once, twice, into her cunt. He climaxed. Charly barely noticed that he was coming too until she opened her eyes and saw his grimace, his face frozen with ecstasy. Her cunt milked him as he emptied his seed. Her pussy clenched his pulsing shaft. Her body quaked. His, too. He kissed her as his cock shuddered in her depths. Half-formed words erupted between their kisses, exchanging their praise and amazement.

When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, spent, and she trailed her fingers over his sweat-coated back. She felt sated and replete. “Mmm…”

“Mm-hm.” His murmur was suggestive, erotic, wholly arousing, and they’d just made love.

Love? Love or something like it anyway. The connection, the feelings… She rolled the thought of their names joined through her mind. Charlene… “Robinson.”

“Hmm?” He raised his head, their gazes clashing across the inches separating them.

“Nothing.” She bit her lip, heat staining her cheeks.

“Same nothing I’m thinking of?” He licked her shoulder, his tongue tracing a path over her skin still coated in a fine layer of chocolate, the sticky fluid making itself known. “The nothing of another round or the nothing of our names joined?”

She pressed a kiss to his lips, not wanting to ruin their good time with heavy subjects just yet. They had better things to do.

Charly rolled over, aches and pains in all the right places making themselves known as she shifted onto her back. She glanced at her clock, startled to see that it was already after eight.
Shit.

She flung her arm out toward the other side of the bed and connected with nothing but cool air and colder sheets. Glancing in that direction, she found the other side of the bed empty save for a small piece of paper, torn from somewhere, sitting atop the pillow, giving her a short goodbye and “let’s get together again.”

Well, at least she wouldn’t have to rush him out of her apartment. She relaxed into the bed for one last moment, reliving the highlights of her night spent in chocolate-flavored heaven with Linc. Since she probably wouldn’t be seeing him again, she wanted to savor the memories she had of his lips, his hands, his cock.