She gasped as he probed deep with his fingers. Her desire had been no secret before, and it was no secret now, either. She was drenched and he knew it.
“The chocolate might have to wait,” he murmured as he moved his fingers rhythmically back and forth.
She couldn’t speak. Having him hold her like this, imprisoned by his arms and her own desperate needs, was incredibly erotic. She couldn’t move and didn’t want to.
He pressed her close, so the long, hard length of his cock was wedged in the cleft of her backside, pinning her to him. And all the while he massaged her slick heat and gently squeezed her breast.
His warm breath feathered across her sensitive earlobe. “Come for me, Giselle.”
She would have laughed if she had the breath to do it, but she was too busy gasping and moaning.
“That’s it.” Murmuring soft words of encouragement, he pushed in deeper and curved his fingers, seeking her G-spot.
When he found it, she knew the game was over.
“There.” His voice tickled her ear. “Right there. I can feel you tightening around my fingers. That’s the magic place, and you’re going down, lady.”
Helpless beneath his practiced touch, she surrendered. Bathing his questing fingers with her climax, she pressed her head against his broad shoulder and cried out with the joy of it.
As she slumped against him, she admitted that humans knew a thing or two about sexual pleasure. At least this particular human did. And the night was young.
* * *
So many possibilities. Luke wanted it all, but he had to take his delights one at a time. They had all night, or what remained of it. He might want to plan how best to use these special hours.
Much as he longed to sink into Giselle’s supple body again, he had a feeling that if he went for full-body sex a second time, he might not have the creative energy to handle chocolate mousse cake the way it should be handled. So it was chocolate time, and he agreed maybe they should stow the white comforter before they began.
She quickly stripped off both the comforter and the top sheet, leaving only the bottom sheet and the pillows. “We didn’t discuss the top sheet,” he said. “We might need that.”
Her gaze swept over him, lingering for a few gratifying seconds on his cock, which stood proud and free. “Think about it, Luke. If we’re decorating each other with chocolate mousse cake, why would you need or want to cover that situation with a top sheet?”
“We might when we’re done.” He’d never tried this maneuver before, so he wasn’t sure how it would work out.
“Ick. Speak for yourself, but once we’ve played with our cake and eaten it, too, I’m not going to settle into that sticky mess for a cuddle and a snooze. I’m hitting the showers.”
“That could be fun. I have a pretty awesome shower.”
Her eyebrows arched. “Sounds promising.”
And to think he’d almost missed being with her like this. He vowed not to spoil what time they had together by obsessing about how quickly it would end. But did it have to?
He understood that she was a key player in her family’s business, and so was he. But telecommuting was all the rage these days. Geography and competing jobs didn’t have to be a deal breaker the way they’d been once upon a time.
They weren’t even close to having that kind of discussion, though. Even so, he might suggest at some point that they stop putting a time limit on their relationship. Given the way they reacted to each other, that seemed too rigid. Compromises might be possible if they gave themselves permission to think creatively.
He planned to start by thinking creatively about chocolate mousse cake and where it might do the most good on his sweet lady. She’d been resistant to this idea, but he expected her to loosen up once he got rolling.
“We need to take turns.” He picked up one of the plates. “It was my idea, so I get to do you first.”
She laughed. “I thought you were reforming, but here you are acting bossy again.”
“Hey, in case you haven’t heard, I am the CEO of the Dalton Corporation, which is only slightly less important than being a leader of the free world.” He couldn’t remember ever joking about his responsibilities before. With Giselle, he could, and that felt great.
“Oh, excuse me, your CEO-ness. I suppose I should be treating you with more deference, since you’re so important and all.”
“Obedience will do. Lie down.”
“Sunny-side up or over easy?”
He considered the options. He’d love to have both, but once he started, she’d probably refuse to turn over and get even more chocolate on the sheet. Coaxing her to do this at all was a victory. “Sunny-side up. I want to be able to kiss your mouth and watch your expression while I play.”
“The neat freak in me is already screaming for you to reconsider this plan. I forgot about the mattress pad and the mattress underneath.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He savored the graceful way she stretched out on the soon-to-be-ruined sheet. “We’ve reached the point of no return.” And he upended the plate on her stomach.
“Yikes!” She stiffened but didn’t move, because if she did, the cake could slide off. “You might have given me a little advance warning!”
“And have you tell me no? Now it’s done. There’s no turning back. You’ll need to lie very still, though, or it might start to shift.”
She raised her head to look at the slice of chocolate cake resting midway between her breasts and the red curls covering her sex. “You need to do something, Luke.”
“I intend to.” He dropped to his knees beside the bed.
She rolled her head to one side and gazed at him. “This isn’t at all how I imagined you doing this. I thought you’d leave the cake on the plate and dip into it with your fingers.”
“You can do that when it’s your turn, if you want. I like this method.” Now that the cake was resting on her stomach, he debated his next move. He hadn’t planned this out in advance, which was half the fun. He’d spent too much of his life calculating his actions several moves in advance.
“You should be very glad I have good abs so I can balance this piece of cake.”
“I see that you’re controlling it beautifully. I’m impressed. You look great with that piece of cake on you. It’s like performance art.”
“Luke. Do something!”
“Okay.” Reaching out with his right hand, he pressed it down into the cake. It squished up through his outstretched fingers as Giselle gasped in surprise. He loved the sloppy feel of it, like mud, only better because he could eat it.
She lifted her head and stared at him. “What are you doing?”
“Enjoying myself.”
She let her head fall back to the pillow. “Oh, dear God. You really did love playing in the mud when you were a kid, didn’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am, I did.” He began to slowly smear chocolate mousse over her breasts. The sensation of creamy mousse mixed with nubby pieces of cake rubbed over her breasts was outstanding. His body pulsed with excitement. “Why are your eyes closed?”
“I’m afraid to look.”
“You should see this. I’ve turned your breasts into truffles.”
Her lashes fluttered up and she raised her head again. “You are making an unholy mess.”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not turned on by it.”
She met his gaze, and heat flashed in her eyes. “I’m not turned on by it.”
“Your eyes say different.” He massaged the chocolate into her breasts with slow, erotic strokes and watched the flame leap in those emerald depths. “Your nipples are all tight and happy.”
“Of course they are. You’re rubbing them.”
“And you like it.”
“I would like it without the chocolate.”
“So would I, but this is more fun.” Sliding his hand between her breasts, he returned to the remaining cake and began spreading that over her stomach and down the tops of her th
ighs.
“You’re insane.”
“Right at this moment, yes, I am. And getting more so by the second.” He covered her knees and her shins and finally reached her toes. “Now, this is what I’ve been waiting for.” He had enough mousse on his hand to work it between her toes with their sexy apricot toenail polish. “Remember walking through the mud in your bare feet?”
She braced herself on her elbows. “Luke, do you have a foot fetish?”
“Not yet.” Now that he’d distributed the chocolate mousse cake fairly evenly over her body, he was ready to work his way back up. “But I might before this is over. You have extremely sexy toes.”
“You’ve put chocolate all over them.”
“The better to suck them clean, my dear.” Scooting to the end of the bed, he wiped his chocolate-covered hand on the sheet. So it was done. He’d officially christened the sheet. If she thought he’d made a mess before, wait until he really got into it.
Now that he’d spread the chocolate all over her, he knew exactly how to proceed. Cradling one foot in both hands, he carefully sucked and cleaned each of her toes.
He found it arousing as hell, but he couldn’t tell if she felt that way. Not at first. Then he heard little noises coming from the other end of the bed. As he turned his attention to her other foot and began licking between her toes, he realized she was whimpering.
He paused. “Are you all right?”
Her reply was slightly breathless. “Uh-huh.”
“You’re sure?”
“Okay, I’m admitting it. That feels amazing. I had no idea my feet were so sensitive. You’re…Luke, you’re getting me really hot.”
“Good to know.” He continued to lick and suck her toes.
“I mean really hot.”
“I’m glad.” He started working his way up her leg.
“Luke…” She was breathing pretty fast. “I can’t wait.”
“I still have a lot of chocolate to go.”
“Um, slippery and sticky might be fun.”
That jacked up his heart rate considerably. “Is that you talking? The neat freak?”
“Yeah.” She moaned softly. “I need you. All of you, sliding over my chocolate-covered body.”
Lust surged, hot and heavy. “Alrighty, then.” He’d planned to lick most of the chocolate off before moving to the next phase, but then again, why do that? Why not see how it felt to make love to a woman covered in chocolate?
With a groan of surrender, he changed position. His knees picked up some chocolate as he moved between her thighs. Holding her gaze, he thrust deep…and nearly came. She felt good, too good.
She raised her hips and wrapped her legs around his. He could feel the slippery chocolate against his thighs, and once again, he almost lost it. He tried to speak, to tell her to take it easy, but the words stuck in his throat.
He didn’t want to take it easy, anyway. He wanted to abandon himself to this chocolate-covered experience and hope that he didn’t embarrass himself by coming immediately. Lowering himself to his elbows, he drew back, and as he slid forward, he rubbed his chest against hers.
The sensation of slippery mousse and the friction of cake combined into an erotic banquet. He swore softly and clenched the muscles of his jaw. It would be so easy to—
“I’m going to come.” Her breathy announcement was followed by a high, keening cry as she arched her back.
Luke absorbed her contractions and fought to keep his own at bay. Something this mind-bending was meant to last, and he would last, by God. They were going to enjoy this together, every chocolate-smeared minute of it.
Chapter Fourteen
Giselle sank back to the mattress and gazed in wonder at the man braced above her. One easy stroke had touched off a climax that left her limp and gasping. She struggled for air. “How…did you do that?”
“I think you did that. And you damned near took me with you.”
“But you held back.” She raised unsteady hands to his chest, where wide streaks of chocolate marked him like war paint and bits of cake clung to his dark blond chest hair.
“After debating the ruined sheet issue for so long, I didn’t want the fun to be over too quick.” He sounded as if the effort had cost him, though. The fight for control had left him short of breath, which made the mousse and the cake on his chest quiver.
She ran a finger over a smear of chocolate. “Is it good?”
“The sex is great. And the chocolate’s not bad, either.”
Smiling up at him, she licked her finger. “The chocolate is good. And I don’t care about the sheets anymore.”
“Glad to hear it, because we’re changing positions. Hang on.” With that, he quickly rolled over, bringing her with him. Somehow he managed to keep them connected.
She yelped in surprise. Then she wiggled, trying to settle herself more securely in her new position.
His arms tightened around her. “Don’t move for a second.” Beneath her, his chest heaved. “Let me get my mojo back.”
“Luke, if you want to come, it’s—”
“Oh, I want to, honey bunch. I want to desperately. But I also want to lick all that chocolate off your beautiful breasts, and I need to do that before I come or the shower will get the thrill of it. That would be a crying shame.”
Imagining him licking and sucking had a predictable effect on her. She accidentally gave his cock a little squeeze with her muscles, and he inhaled sharply. Deep inside her, she felt him twitch.
“Stay still,” he murmured. Then he let out his breath. “Okay. I’m good.”
“You sure are.” She was impressed. Most males she’d known would have given up the fight long ago, but obviously when Luke wanted something, he focused on it until he got it.
His chuckle was part groan. “I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t go around bragging on my bedroom skills.”
“Maybe you should. Wait—I take that back. You probably already have females chasing after you. You don’t need more.”
“At the moment, I need only one.” He stroked both hands down her back and cupped her backside. “I’m going to hold you still right here. No moving in that area just yet. But I want you to lift those truffles so I can taste them.”
“You really are bossy.”
“I told you. This is my turn. There’s another whole piece of cake left.”
“I wonder if you’ll be up for it, pun intended.”
“You let me worry about that. Now, lift up.”
“Nag, nag, nag.” Bracing her hands on either side of his shoulders, she started to push herself up and met resistance. “We’re stuck together.”
“Are we, now? Let’s see what I can do.” Drawing in a breath, he slipped his hand between her stomach and his. Then he gently worked his hand up between them, pausing to caress her along the way.
She became so turned on by his touch that she forgot his instructions. Instinctively, her hips rocked.
“Nope.” He pulled his hand out and clamped it over her fanny again. “Not yet, my sexy woman.” Then he squeezed and rubbed her there. “Now you have chocolate spread over your cheeks, too. I might have to find a way to lick that off.”
“Sounds good to me.” She was ready for anything with this guy.
“Ah, Giselle, you do turn me on, lady. Now, see if you can lift up.”
“Okay.” Moisture from their bodies had mingled with the chocolate so they were now more slippery than sticky. She braced herself with her hands on either side of his shoulders and glanced down at him. “How’s that?”
Heat glowed in his blue eyes. “Almost perfect. Can you put another pillow behind my head?”
“Sure. Lean forward.” As she balanced one handed and grabbed a pillow, his warm mouth closed over her nipple. She gasped. “You’ll make me fall!”
He sucked once and released her with a soft laugh. “I couldn’t resist. I mean, you were right there.”
“I think that was the idea.” Reaction to his liquid caress humme
d through her. She shoved the pillow behind his head and flattened her palm against the mattress again. She ignored the streaks of chocolate that now appeared everywhere on the snowy linen.
Then she looked at Luke and noticed he had chocolate on his mouth. “I can’t resist this, either.” She dipped her head and kissed those wicked lips. He tasted of chocolate and passion, a passion greater than she’d found with anyone.
He moaned and thrust his tongue deep as he pressed his fingertips hard against her backside. If he hadn’t, she would have moved against him. Her body ached for the chance to do that. Even without moving, she felt her climax build just from the sensuality of their kiss.
Pulling back, she looked into his eyes.
He looked right back, his gaze almost fierce in its intensity. “I feel…” He paused and cleared his throat. “I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning.”
She nodded. “I know.”
“We said this was temporary, but—”
“Shh.” She pressed her mouth to his and drew back. “Not now.”
“But I—”
“Enjoy your truffles.” Leaning forward, she offered herself shamelessly. This she could give him. The other, what she was very afraid he was about to ask, she could not.
* * *
As a distraction, Giselle’s chocolate-covered breasts worked like a charm. Luke abandoned his long-term goal of talking about their future for short-term pleasure, insanely good short-term pleasure. He would love sucking on her breasts no matter what, but having chocolate all over them gave him an excuse to be extremely thorough.
He loved knowing that he was making her crazy, too. She began her whimpering routine, which he knew was a prelude to getting serious about a climax. And so was he. Dear God, but he was proud of himself for holding off so long.
“I need to move.” She tried to free herself from his grip on her firm backside. “You need to have me move.” She sucked in a breath. “You must be ready to explode. I am.”
She had that right. With one last tug on her sweet nipple, he leaned back. “Done. You’re all clean.”
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