Her Chocolate Fantasy (6 page)

Chapter Six

The man of my dreams was everything I had imagined, and I sighed with delight as he climbed into bed with me. He quickly took me in his arms, scanning over my body with those eyes of his. All I could do was lie there and watch him, because his gaze alone left me hot and flustered.

“God
, Sarah, do you know how beautiful you are?” His fingers ran lightly along my cheek, down along my lips, and the entire time, we never stopped looking at each other. I honestly didn’t want to stop watching him or having his hands on my body. He rained feather-like kisses along my neck while I exhaled a moan.

Lying
back, I watched him gazing down on meas he captured one of my breasts. The touch of his hand made my nipples grow hard. I licked my lips.

“Oh
, Max, yes.”

“You like that
, my sweet Sarah?”

H
e undid the front hook of my bra, setting my breasts free, a welcomed relief. He circled my nipple with his fingertip. He replaced his finger with his rough tongue, and then quickly captured my nipple between his lips. My back arched while the sensation coursed through me.

“I guess you enjoyed that too
, huh?”

He continued to suck
le my breasts, moving back and forth between them. He treated me tenderly, and I felt cherished in his arms.I ran my fingers through his soft, dark hair, arching my back as he kneaded my breast like newly formed balls of dough. He moaned, releasing my nipple with a pop, and trailed his hand down my stomach toward my panties. He sank two fingers slowly between my wet lips and deep inside me, and I gasped.

“Damn
, you’re tight, I’m going to have a field day with you, baby, filling that tight pussy of yours.” He continued slowly thrusting his thick fingers in and out, pushing upwards toward my G spot.

I had never had a man hit my spot before
, so the feeling that was coming over my body clearly was new to me. My hips moved in perfect rhythm with his hand, while I clutched his hair. When I opened my mouth to moan, nothing came out. I arched against the mattress, eyes rolling back in my head. The sensation was building up so quickly I couldn’t contain it anymore, and suddenly, I found my voice as a deep moan escaped my throat. I kept moaning over and over again, while my body erupted in spasm after spasm. I had never felt like this before, and apparently, Max wasn’t done bringing me pleasure. I continued coming fiercely, the sound of my wetness filling the room as he plunged his fingers in and out. Finally, he stopped, but left his fingers buried deep as he cupped my pussy in his palm.

It took forever for my body to calm down
, but during that time, I had to laugh a bit. Never had I experienced anything so amazing as what my Max had put me through.

“What’s so funny?”
He smiled as he traced his fingers up and down my stomach.

“
Nothing, really. I’m just amazed at what I just experienced… I can’t believe it took us this long to get to this point.”

“Don’t worry
. After tonight, you won’t have to wait. Not ever again.”

I honestly didn’t want to dwell on the thoughts I was thinking
. All I wanted to do was enjoy the moment I was having with him right now.

* * * *

The next morning when I woke up, I found myself lying against his chest. My entire body felt limp, but thinking about all we had done the night before put a smile on my face. I never knew my body could be put into so many positions. We took our time with each other that night, learning from each other, seeing how far we could take things. I honestly never met anyone like Max. He took me to a point I honestly never thought I would have gone. I didn’t want to get out of bed, much less move from that spot. Listening to his heart softly beating and feeling his deep, rhythmic breathing against my cheek made me feel calmer.

I looked
up at his face, smiling at how peaceful he looked while he slept. I could stare at him for hours and never get tired. Slowly, he started to stir, letting out a yawn and opening his eyes. He looked at me, smiled, and said, “Good morning.”

“Good Morning
, my dear. Sleep well?”

He grabbed hold of me, turning me over on
to my back and kissing me on the lips. I looked up at him, and we grinned at each other.

“What a way to wake up in the morning
,” I told him as he placed small kisses along my face.

“I can second that
, for sure. I think I like having you in my bed.”

“Mm
, the feeling is oh-so-mutual.” I smiled, running my fingers through his tousled hair.

“Tell me something
, Sarah; if you weren’t working for the company, what would you like to do?”

“Oh
, that’s easy. I probably would be a chocolatier, since I do love chocolate. I make my own candies during the holidays, because I love to experiment with flavors to see what tastesbest. I’d probably own a little chocolate shop and sell my candies and sauces.”

“I would love to try some of your chocolates.”

“I’ll be sure to make you a special box, then.”

He softly kissed my cheek
, moving lower, down along the side of my neck.

“Why don’t we have breakfast?” I
asked him.

He smiled
mischievously. “I could go for something sweet.”

H
e dipped underneath the sheets, surprising me for a moment, but then I felt his arms go underneath my thighs. My legs drifted apart, and a second later, I felt his mouth on me and a soft sigh escaped my lips. I liked his idea of having me for breakfast. When he first went down on me, I honestly had to say it was a dream come true. He was a true master in the art of cunnilingus, making me feel like a slave to his tongue.

When he ate me out
, my Max took his time with me, devouring me with such love and care, as if he were worshipping my body. He did tricks with his tongue that I had never had done to me before. Always such a tease, Max knew just how to aggravate me, especially when I was so into it. My hands rested on the smooth sheet covering his head, while my hips gyrated in rhythm with his tongue. I could hear him moaning as I rode him, felt him flick his tongue against my clit with such precision.

“Oh
, yes, baby, don’t stop!” I moaned, holding his head closer to my clit.

His
grip on my hips grew tighter as he held me still. But I couldn’t help but to squirm just a bit, and I found myself shouting out his name so many times I lost count. The spasms that ran through my body shook the large bed. My cries turned to whimpers and then eventually laughter as I tried my best to move him from between my legs. But of course, this was no use, because that tongue was going to make sure I knew who was boss here.

Quickly
, he came up from underneath the sheet, facing me with a brilliant smile. He scooted up and kissed me.

“You know I could eat on you all damn day and night
, right?”

I chuckled a bit
. “And more than likely, I would let you do just that, but now it’s time for some real breakfast. Do you have anything we can cook here, or do we have to go out?”

“But why can’t we just stay in bed and eat in
?”

His horrible
attempts at pouting made me laugh out loud.

“Listen
, this sister has to eat food, baby, so come and shower with me.”

After showering and
putting on some clothes—him in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and me in my dress from the previous night—we both decided to go back to my place so I could change into something more comfortable.

What? I couldn’t go around town
wearing that dress to breakfast. Is you crazy?

“Make a left right here
,” I told him when we pulled onto my street.

He found a perfect
parking spotright in front of my building, and we both got out. When we got inside my place, I smiled and waved toward the living room.

“Just make yourself at home while I change.”

Going into my room, I decided to put on a simple pair of black jeans and a fuchsia tank top with a white, short-sleeved shirt over it. Running a brush through my hair, I decided to leave it down, since Max liked it that way, but I did put on a headband to keep it in place. When I walked back out into the living room, I found him looking over some of the pictures I had on my bookcase. Most of them were of my family, and a few were of me when I was a kid. He was smiling at a picture he was holding—one of me when I was a baby, smiling big and bright.

“You were a cutie pie.”

“
Were
a cutie pie? Sweetheart, I still am.”

That’s when he gave me a sound kiss on the lips. God
, those lips of his sent my heart and body racing, and I had to force myself to remember that we had to get something to eat.

“Breakfast
, darling. We better go and get some food.”

We decided to go to
a diner down the road from my place. I honest have to say our time eating was mostly spent eating off each other’s plate, making goofy faces at each other, and having a silly conversation about cartoon characters.

“I can’t believe you dressed up as the Joker when you were ten. I dressed up like Mickey Mouse when I was eight
,” I said.

             
“I bet you were a cute Mickey.”

He dug into his eggs
, while I cut into my waffle.

“What are your plans for today?”
he asked me.

I thought for a moment
, and honestly, I didn’t have any plans, other than maybe a nap. “Nothing, really, why you ask?”

“Stay with m
e for the rest of the day. I want to spend as much time as I can with you, Sarah.”

I looked at him
as if he was completely off his rocker, but then I realized when he held my hand that he wanted me to stay with him. Who would want to pass up spending the day with a man like Max?

“
Well why not for the rest of this weekend then? I mean, we might as well, since we can go into work together. We can go back to my place to get my things, thengo around town for a while. Grab some food for dinner tonight and head on back to your place to cook.”

“We can do that would love to have you make me dinner
just as long as I can have you for dessert!”

All I could do was look down and smile while we continued eating. Lord knows
, I would need my strength to deal with Max for the rest of that weekend. After eating, we went back to my place so I could pack a couple of my things for the weekend.

“What would you like to do today?” I asked
, zipping up my bag while wondering if I forgot anything.

“We could go see a mov
ie…Or better yet, we could rent some movies. That way, I can snuggle with you alone.”

I grabbed
my bag then crossed the room to kiss him on the cheek. “Let’s get out of here.”

* * * *

It took us over an hour to figure out what we would do next, and in the end, we decided we’d just make a run to the store. I had thought about making us steaks, some baked potato with sour cream and butter, and a salad. As I was getting the sour cream and butter, Max came over with two cans of chocolate whipped cream and put them into the cart. I didn’t say a word but looked over at him and noticed that twinkle in his eye.

When we got back to his place, I started on marinating the steaks
. Since it was such a nice day, we figured the evening was going to be just as nice, so we decided we’d eat out on the terrace. But a couple hours later, the rain started coming down hard. Lighting and thunder came crashing down around us, and I honestly hated the sound. But then the inevitable happened…a huge lighting strike hit one of the poles down the street with a crash, and all the lights went completely out.

“Oh
, my God” I shouted, frozen to the spot.

“It’s alright, this happen sometimes.”

I heard him walk across the hardwood floor, heard a drawer slide open and closed, and then a moment later, a beam of light illuminated the room as Max came over to me, flashlight in hand. I have to admit I was still shaking. The sound of the storm had rattled my nerves completely.

“There now, you’re shaking like crazy
, baby.”

I relaxed a bit in the safety of his arms
. For as long as I could remember, I had always been afraid of thunder and lightning storms. I mean, a lot of people are afraid of bad weather, but my fear was more of a phobia. When I was about ten years old, I got stuck outside in the midst of a thunderstorm. It came out of nowhere, with the rain and thunder, and stupid me— not knowing any better at the time—ranto take shelter underneath a nearby tree. A quick lightning strike hit a branch, which broke off and fell right in front of me. After that, months passed before I’d even go out in the rain much less a thunderstorm, and the sound of thunder or lightning made me shake. I held Max as close as I could.