The Candy Bar Liaison
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His cock throbbed with the need for release, but he wanted to make love to Jill slowly until she screamed for him to fuck her. Besides, he had an idea he wanted to see through.
In the kitchen, he took two Peppermint Patties from a drawer, placed them in a bowl and then in the microwave. He nuked them and stirred the confection with his index finger. Hot, but not too hot, and just right to spread on interesting places.
Grinning, he hurried through the apartment to his bedroom, his dick so hard it hurt.
He found her naked on the bed, lying on her side, her arm propping her torso. Startled at the site of her lithe, curvy body, Cory paused, mouth ajar, eyes taking in every satiny inch of her.
“What do you have in the bowl?” she asked.
Her words jarred him back to reality. “Uh...I’ll show you in a minute.” He set the bowl on the dresser and quickly disrobed.
“You look good enough to eat,” she drawled lazily and rolled to her belly, ass pointed skyward.
At the sight of her round, firm derrière, the only thought that penetrated Cory’s mind was to fuck her right there, right now, her ass his to massage and slap.
“Funny you should mention eating,” he said. He picked up the bowl and moved to the bed, his cock at attention and bumping against his abdomen. “Remember how you’d always steal candy bars, especially Peppermint Patties?”
She chuckled. “Yes, and they’re still my favorite ones to snack on.”
“Well, I’m going to show you a different way to eat them.”
“Oh?” She raised a fine strawberry blonde brow.
That simple facial expression proved one of the sexiest images Cory had ever seen.
He admired her behind as he settled on the bed. Scooping his fingers into the bowl, he withdrew a dollop of melted candy bar and smoothed it at the top of her ass crack. He smeared it down along her butt to the pliable, velvety folds between her legs.
“Ohhh!” Jill buried her face in a pillow and arched her hips, giving him better access to her pussy. “That’s nice,” she said, her voice muffled.
Cory spread her legs and knelt between her thighs. He dipped out more smooth chocolate and peppermint cream and slathered it onto her nearly hairless cunt. He stifled a groan. If his cock throbbed any harder....
Occupying his mind, he reached up and massaged Jill’s back down...down until he reached her hips where he kneaded the muscles there as well as her buttocks. Little chocolate fingerprints and smudges decorated her skin.
“Mmph...!” her voice drifted out of the pillow’s confines.
Halfway down her spine, he began depositing kisses. Each vertebra received a gentle kiss. One, two, three...his lips caressed each little bump until he reached the T that denoted the very bottom of the small of her back. There, his tongue slipped out and devoted many wet swirls.
“Cory!” She wiggled her hips in anticipation. “Oh, more, please!”
He slid his tongue into the very top of her crack.
“Oh!” She tensed.
Grasping her hips, Cory pushed them upwards so that her ass rose about twelve inches in the air and plunged his face into her pussy.
A squeal ripped free of Jill.
He lapped the melted candy bar from her cunt, his tongue twirling and gyrating through her folds and into her opening.
She shrieked his name again.
He pushed his face harder into her wet, satiny center. The need to fuck her overwhelmed every part of him, but he wanted to pleasure her first. If she was pleasured, then his release would be twice as sweet.
He licked the peppermint and chocolate away, the scent of her arousal and the candy bar tantalizing his senses.
“Oh, Cory,” she whimpered, “I don’t know how much more I can handle.”
He chuckled, his mouth still against her cunt. The vibrations of his laughter must have penetrated her core. She tensed, and another long yet ecstatic squeal erupted from her, and her juices coated his face.
He kept licking, savoring every drop of her essence.
“Please,” Jill moaned. “I can’t...can’t have another orgasm...!”
Pulling away, he pushed her legs together and straddled them.
“Wh—what are you doing?” she asked, trying to glance over one shoulder.
“I’m not done yet,” he breathed. “I’m going to make love to you.”
She shook her head. “Give me a minute. I need to—”A gasp of desire and surprise popped from Jill’s mouth.
He leaned forward, legs splayed on either side of her body, and slipped his cock into the little opening between her pussy and the very tops of her inner thighs. He moved his hips up and down several times, coating his dick with her fluids and tantalizing the super sensitive flesh around her crotch.
“Oh...oh my!” She gripped her pillow tighter.
He sat up, knees and shins bracing him. She possessed the perfect ass. Admiring it, he massaged her cheeks. Every few moments he’d move so that his cock brushed her cunt lips, reminding her that his rod remained poised at her opening and he could penetrate her at any moment.
“Cory,” she said. “Oh, my...!”
His cock throbbed with the need to fuck her. He wanted to feel her walls around it, glide back and forth, and then spew his cum into her recesses until she screamed for more and he collapsed in the afterglow.
She reached behind her and cupped his balls.
That did it.
With an animalistic groan, Cory shoved into her body. The walls of her vagina closed in around his cock encasing it in a tight, scorching-hot sleeve. Another cry of rapture broke free of Cory’s lips. Oh, how good she felt! How tight and so satiny...he groaned again.
Despite Jill’s claims of needing a brief respite, she began arching her hips in a backward motion that urged tingles to shoot into the base of Cory’s spine and travel to his balls. He grunted. No, he couldn’t come yet. He had to pleasure her, had to make her shout in ecstasy one more time.
He pumped into Jill’s ass. Back and forth, her silkiness coating his rod and sending electrical sensations throughout his limbs. She bucked her hips again. The action forced his cock to bump against her womb. That proved his undoing. The pressure behind his dick skyrocketed. It surged from the base of his spine, tightened his testicles more, then shot into the root of his cock and up along its length.
He sucked in a startled yet pleasured breath. Cum surged to the tip of his cock. He thrust harder, harder. A shout left him, and he pummeled her ass with vigor.
Jill cried out and met his every thrust with a backward arch of her ass. He felt her walls grip him tighter, and ecstasy zipped through his rod and into his abdomen. Her sleeve spasmed around his member, faster and faster still. Jill screamed out his name and melted into the mattress.
Cory pumped harder, milking the last of his spunk into her core and fell over her body, breathing hard.
“I’ve,” she gasped, “never had anyone make me feel like that.”
“I love you,” he said, panting. He withdrew from her body and spooned in behind her.
“I love you too,” she said. “Ever since I first walked into the store to steal candy bars.” She giggled. “I’ll never look at another candy bar the same way again—and I’m all sticky too!”
He leaned up on one elbow and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Want me to lick it off?”
She gaped at him. “No! I need to rest—please!”
His chuckles melded with hers. “When do you want to get married?”
The faint strains of Pitbull’s Go Girl penetrated the bedroom.
“Shoot.” Jill rose up. “That’s my cell’s ring tone.”
“Let it ring,” he said, reaching for her.
“I can’t.” A nervous note filled her voice. “I got that phone so someone could call me should something happen to Mom.” She scooted across the sheets and stepped through the doorway.
Although exhausted, Cory sat up and watched her root through the pockets of the skirt she’d d
iscarded in the dining room. She answered the phone, listened, nodded, then said, “Is Mom okay?” She listened for another minute or so. A grim expression settled over her aristocratic features. “Yeah...well, I’ll call Mom before I leave tomorrow.” Silence. “No,” she said. “I won’t be at her funeral. Thanks for calling.”
She returned to the room and flopped down on the bed to stare up at the ceiling.
“Is your mother all right?”
“Yes,” she replied, her tone weary. “Aunt Rachel died.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. She was a horrible and cruel person. The only reason she let Mom live with her was because she controlled Mom’s disability checks.”
Realization hit Cory. Groaning, he said, “Ah, now everything makes more sense.”
A tear slipped free of Jill’s eye. “It was too expensive to put Mom into one of those nice homes where someone would be with her all the time, and even one of lower style nursing homes was too expensive.” She sighed. “It was another reason I let Aunt Rachel force me out. If she’d take care of Mom and keep her mouth shut to her—since she had her money, of course—then I didn’t have to worry about Mom’s welfare. I’ll be there for Mom over the next few days, but I’ll have to arrange for someone to take her to Aunt Rachel’s funeral. I can’t bear to see the woman—dead or alive.”
“Oh, Jill...I’m so sorry.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him, molding her curves to his body. “What happens to your mom now?”
“I don’t know.” A soft sob escaped her. “I don’t have any money. The homes are all too expensive....”
“What if we move her in with us?”
“Wh-what?”
He nodded, his head bumping hers. “Why not? If she has money coming in for her disability, we could hire someone to help us with her care. I have more than enough money saved for a down payment on a home. We’ll just shop for a house that has plenty of room.”
Another sob escaped her, but relief filled this one. Jill turned into his arms and cried against his chest.
“Thank you,” she said after her tears abated.
“Hey, people who love one another do whatever it takes to make the other happy and make things work.” He leaned back and looked down into her watery eyes. “You never did answer my question.”
“What question?” A slight furrow appeared on her smooth brow.
“When do you want to get married?”
“Tonight?” she joked.
“Done.”
“What?” Jill gaped at him.
Laughter burst from Cory. He sat up and stared at her flummoxed expression. “Bryant is a justice of the peace. Toddy can be one of our witnesses. Then, once we’re married, I can go with you to get your mother.”
She sprang from the mattress and threw her arms around him.
“What should we have for our reception food?” he joked back.
“How about candy bars?” She grinned at him, tears of happiness sparkling in her eyes.
Biography
Kiyara Benoiti is a professional freelance writer. She resides in the mountains with her family, two dogs, and several cats whom she saved from an animal shelter. Kiyara loves to write erotic romance so hot it sets off fire alarms. When you pick up one of her books you’ll find vampires to demons to lonely school teachers and dark, brooding men. Just be prepared for surprises. For more about Kiyara and her work or to pick up one of her free ebooks, visit http://kbhotromances.wordpress.com or sign up for her newsletter at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/kiyarabenoiti_hotromances/
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