Asrai Devin

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.” ― Sylvia Plath

Like Melted Chocolate

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This must be what melted chocolate felt like. Soft and warm and sinfully good.

This is probably my favorite line I’ve written. It is from Complications over Coffee, the third book in Up in Flames series. I ran through it again to edit it and add some detail. It is available on Kindle Unlimited for another month. 

Nicole fluttered her hands. Crap, crap, crap. He was kissing her. She waited for days for this to happen. There weren’t many hours when she didn’t think about it happening.

She should stop.

She parted her lips for his tongue.

This must be what melted chocolate felt like. Soft and warm and sinfully good.

While he kissed her, his fingers undid the buttons on her shirt. His tongue moved over her throat while he removed her bra.

He licked a nipple into his mouth. Nicole sighed. “Was that a good sigh?” he asked.

“Yes. It was the sigh of a woman who feels desired.”

Corey kissed his way down her rib cage; she could feel his strong fingers as they fumbled with the button of her pants. “You are driving me crazy on a regular basis. I can’t look at other women because—ah there.” He broke off his confession as the button slipped from the hole. He concentrated on pushing them down her legs.

Because of what? Because of her? According to everyone, even his best friends, he had a new woman every night of the week. It seemed his reputation might be grossly exaggerated.

“Because of me?” Her voice was hopeful.

“Because of you what?” He was busy, working her pants off her feet.

“You can’t look at other women.”

“Oh, yeah, I keep thinking of you.”

“Everyone would have me believe that you sleep with every woman you come across.”

“Yeah.” He stopped as he pulled her panties over her hips. “I’ve been leading everyone to believe that. Locker-room bullshit.”

“So you haven’t had sex with four women in the last week?”

Corey sat back. Nicole became vaguely aware she was half-naked on the landing between her entryway and living room. She’d never come down the stairs the same away again. She’d see the spot every time she came down to the main floor.

“I shouldn’t ask.”

“Since we’re laying here about to rub against each other, you have a right. I haven’t slept with any women since September. Except you the other day. Twice.”

“Oh.” Her eyes were wide. What was she thinking? He didn’t want her to think. That was the point.

“Yeah. I was thinking about licking your hot pussy until you come. Do you want to keep talking?”

That was direct. She nodded at him. “The first thing. But it doesn’t seem fair.”

“Fair? I’m not keeping score.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of mutual pleasure.”

His brows pressed together. Then his eyes grew wide as understanding sunk in. “Then ladies on top, I think.” He removed his pants as quick as he could and lay down on the carpet. When she moved, she’d take this piece of carpet with her.

She placed her knees on either side of his head. She took her time as she concentrated on wrapping her mouth around his cock.

She found it difficult to keep her movements smooth as he licked his way inside her body. His mouth was hot against her, as he licked, sucked and caressed her to three orgasms.

She was sure she would have had better luck with his pleasure if he hadn’t kept forcing her to stop. She only stopped because she feared she would pull him in a direction that wasn’t natural. Or she might catch him with her teeth.

Shortly, after the third time she shuddered, and her body was feeling too lax to keep pleasuring him, he pulled away. “Stop,” he panted. “I don’t want to finish in your mouth.”

“All right,” she said and moved away. She wasn’t sure if she would have minded. This was the first time in her life that oral sex had ended this way. At least she thought it was ending. Maybe another time, she was too exhausted to think about it now.

He rotated his body, so he was face-too-face with her. He took her hand and wrapped it around his dick. With her hand, he rubbed himself until he came, all over her leg. It was warm, thick and sticky.

“Shit,” he said.

“Yeah.” They were still lying on the floor. “We could have probably taken it to a softer spot.”

“Maybe. This was great.”

“It will be difficult to be in this area without remembering. Who knew it could be such a hot spot?”

He kissed her cheek. “I suppose we should get cleaned up.”

She stared at him, waiting for the haze of desire to wear off. “Yeah. I have to get lunch. Do you want a sandwich?”

Corey nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.” He stood and grabbed his pants. “Geez, Nicole. I never knew you were such a kinky woman. Sixty-nine in the front hallway.”

“It seems you bring that out in me.” She stood as well and dressed herself. His come was sticky on her leg and she wasn’t sure she wanted to clean it off yet; if she washed herself, it might dull the memory.

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