Page 35 of Falling for Paris
His brow lifted with interest. “Is that so?”
“One of the stalls in the market sold these adorable little marmalades and sauces. I thought they would make the cutest present for my sisters.” She took a sip of her wine, looking very self-conscious.
“Remember the night in the hotel?” she continued. “The, um, the first time we were together.”
How could he forget? Every moment with her felt like a landmark in his life. He answered with one curt nod.
“I bought a dark chocolate sauce that I thought might be kind of fun to, well, maybe…” She trailed off.
The flash of her dusty nipples smeared with chocolate awakened his body. “Say it,mon ange. Tell me what you were thinking when you took that jar from the shelf. What wicked thoughts did you have while you paid for it?” He couldn’t help his grin when her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkled.
“Can I show you?” Victoria stood and walked towards him. He turned his body away from the table so she could nestle between his thighs.
“I will allow it,” he declared with authority. Their game was about to start. Somehow, they could move from easy companionship to this fantasy world where his words were a decree and her body his domain.
She reached into her dress pocket to retrieve a small jelly jar that fit in her palm. She placed the object on the table and removed the cover to release the fragrance of dark chocolate.
Then, she went on her knees between his thighs. He grunted. “Stand up and take your dress off.” His mouth watered at the thought of licking the sweetness off her honeyed skin.
“After,” she whispered while reaching over to unbuckle his belt and work his pants free. To slip off the garment, he stood up. He stayed standing, his erection lined up with her face.
She grabbed his base with one hand while the other dipped a finger into the jar. After slathering the sauce on his tip and pumping him with a strong, steady grip, Tori wrapped her perfect lips around the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue while she went down halfway before sucking her way back up his shaft. After a few languid licks through which Rafael fought the urge to plunge deeper, she sat back on her heels.
“I was thinking of choking on your cock when I bought it.” She dipped a finger into the chocolate jar again. Tori grazed its sweetness along his shaft, just past where she had initially tasted him. As she looked up at him expectantly, her pliant form intoxicated him. Erotic sensations built between them, igniting him into action.
Rafael dipped his finger in the jar and smeared the sauce lower, at the very root of him. “If you lick this off me like my perfect little angel, I’ll let you come tonight.”
And fuck, she did exactly that. Tori grabbed his thighs and plunged his throbbing arousal past her constricted throat. He felt the strain of her moans and watched the torrid stretch of her mouth as she worked his thick length. It was too good. So fucking perfect.
When he knew he was close to climax, he stilled her head and pulled out. It ached to lose her heat but he needed something else. Needed to have his fill of the liquid evidence of her arousal for him. Only for him.
He kissed her hard while pulling apart the buttons of her dress. When it pooled at her feet, he ended their kiss. The abruptness elicited a desperate moan. It turned into a gasp as Rafael recklessly swiped away his table setting in order to clear half of the dining table. The crash and clang of broken dishes barely registered as Rafael lifted her naked form on the table’s edge.
“Lie down,” he grunted. She obeyed, luxuriously stretching her arms over her head and arching her back.
Rafael took the jar and tilted it until a delicate stream drizzled over her body. Over her creamy breasts and down her soft belly that shivered with the tremors of anticipation. When he reached her apex, he dipped his thumb into the jar before pressing the thumb in tight circles over her clit. She wiggled and whimpered with need.
“Look at you,” he said adoringly. “The perfect dessert I’m about to ruin. Did you think about this too, Tori?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted.
He delved into her breasts, sucking one puckered nipple and then another. The chocolate on her belly rubbed against his chest. Rafael loved the way the slickness shifted into a sweet adhesive that fused his body to hers. He licked lower, lingering by her hips and sucking hard enough to leave marks on her inner thighs. When his lips pressed against her clit, he kissed it thoroughly, greedily seeking her nectar behind a rich layer of chocolate. Her tremors began, and he knew she was close.
“Not yet,” he gritted between slow, firm licks. “You come on my cock,mon ange. Or not at all.”
“But…you’re…you’re…”
He continued the measured strokes of his rough tongue against her smooth entrance. Rafael brought her to the edge but withheld the firm and frantic pressure that would push her to climax.
“Please, Rafael,” she begged. “I need to. It’s too much. Please.” She was sobbing at the effort to fulfill his demands.
He stood and rubbed his cock’s plum colored head against her folds. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since my last health check. And you’re on the pill, yes?” He couldn’t believe he could talk through the haze of lust.
“Yes, I am. And I’ve checked during my last, um, my last…” She seemed unable to find the words but he heard enough.
“Are you ready to take me this way, Tori?”
She whimpered and nodded, bucking her hips up to capture his arousal. He gave it to her hard. Plunged into her channel in one powerful thrust. Their gasps of pleasure filled the room. He pounded into her, relentless and unhinged. He was out of control.
