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Sweet Tooth

A short story

By L. M. WilliamsPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
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"Does that tickle?" His breath caresses her navel as he dribbles chocolate across her chest and down her stomach. The chocolate is sticky and thick and just warm enough that it burns in the most intoxicating ways, leaving a sensual tingling trail over the surface of her skin.

His tongue slowly slides over the soft slope of her belly, lapping up the chocolate as he goes. The higher he gets, the slower he goes and takes his time once he reaches her breasts. Massaging her skin with his fingertips, he scoops a hand underneath the plump roundness of her breast. He gently lifts her swollen breast to his mouth and sucks hard on her erect nipple, tongue swirling, licking away the chocolate.

Once the left breast is completely clean, he moves to the right. Tongue flicking across skin, teeth pulling ever so slightly on hardened nipples. The teasing warms her and she grows damp between her legs, hitched breathes tumble from her lips with each tender kiss and suckling.

His fingers dip into her moistness, stroking with a tenderness and precision that only he possesses, a knowledge that he had taken the time to learn the intimate curves of her body. Learning the exact movements of which would make her squirm with arousal and what made her scream with pleasure.

She clenches a fistful of his hair as he plunges a finger deep into her wet folds, then two. Choking on a gasp, she arches her hips into his awaiting palm as an orgasm builds within her.

He increases the speed of his fingers while using his thumb to stroke her clit in a circular motion.

The pressure swells and is overwhelming. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold on.

She opens her eyes, matching his gaze and before she can open his mouth he purrs "not yet love" with the sweetest of smirks on his lips.

A small whimper escapes her lips, not knowing if she can wait. She reaches for his hand, but his free hand catches her wrists and holds her arms over her head.

"You're a good girl, aren't you?" He strokes her harder, the pressure of pleasure only rising.

"I'm a good girl."

"You don't want to be punished do you?" His thumb increases it's tempo, pushing her so close to the edge.

Her chest flutters with quick sharp breathes as she tries to hold off the orgasm she so desperately wants to give in to. She manages the smallest flicker of her head.

He stops all movement, fingers hovering just above her. "I asked, do you want to be punished?"

"No sir." She pants, relieved for the temporary respite, yet disappointed from the now ebbing pleasure.

"That's my girl." He buries his fingers deep inside her, thrusting hard and fast.

"Oh god." She gasps, muscles clenching as a wave of pleasure courses through her body. "Can I come?" She breathes.

"I can't hear you."

"Please?" She moans. "Can I come?"

He continues in silence for several more seconds before nodding his consent. "Yes."

The pleasure ripples through her body, legs trembling. Her hands clench the pillow above her head as she gasps for air.

As her muscles continue to spasm, he slowly pulls away and cups her thigh. He places tender kisses along her inner thigh, her abdomen before resting his chin between her breasts.

"I love you." She breathes, eyes fluttering.

"As I love you." He presses his lips to the tender flesh between her breasts before hopping up and reaching for the hotel room phone. "Want some dessert?"

She breathlessly laughs, "I thought that was dessert?"

"How about some chocolate cake?"

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About the Creator

L. M. Williams

I'm a self-published author that enjoys writing fantasy/supernatural/romance novels and occasionally dabble in poetry and realistic fiction. If not writing, I'm a freelance artist and a full time mom.

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