Hunger
(Liam)
Darcy looks divine, coated in my chocolate designs. If I didn’t think she’d object, I’d take photos. Instead, I burn the memory of her into my head.
She’s parted her legs, exposing her glistening pussy lips. I can’t resist leaning over to taste her, she’s even more delicious than the chocolate.
The container holds several hundred dollars worth of high quality chocolate, I chuckle, and tip it up, letting the chocolate sauce flow out and onto her. I hold it over her pussy, and watch with amusement as it trickles over and through her folds.
She gasps, and surprises me by spreading her legs wider. I can’t help but smile, I knew she was perfect for me.
The chocolate flows down her, and pools underneath her. I plant my hands on her thighs and slide her around on the wide counter, putting her ass at the edge. She laughs as she glides easily in the excess chocolate, giving me easy access to her pussy.
Kneeling, I bury my face between her legs. The chocolate is everywhere, and quickly coats my cheeks and chin. This was a messy idea, but I don’t fucking care.
I stroke her thighs until my hands reach her pussy, and I rest them alongside her lips. Leaning, I dart out my tongue and lick through her folds. My mouth fills with an exquisite mix of Darcy and rich chocolate.
My tongue probes through her lips and locates her clit. I twirl around it, back and forth as if I were making a truffle.
I blow across it, and she gasps, “Liam.”
My mouth turns up in a half smile before I bring her clit into my mouth and suck. She moans and wiggles, and I hold her thighs down to keep her still.
“Oh my God, it’s too much,” she pleads, but I ignore her and keep sucking and rolling her clit with my tongue.
“Fuck,” she yells in a high-pitched scream, bucking her hips as much as she can against the hard counter.
Darcy surprises me again, coming so easily under my touch. All of my instincts about her were right. I reward her by delving two fingers into her entrance without letting up my treatment of her clit.
Her walls are spasming and pulsing against my fingers. I’m happy to give her something to clamp onto, but I’d rather it be my cock than my fingers.
I reach down my other hand, and pull a condom from my pocket. I undo my belt buckle, unzip my tux pants and spring my dick from my boxers.
Releasing my mouth on her, I pull out my fingers and stand to my full height. I take her hands, and pull her into a seated position. Her eyes slide up to mine, and a band of red flushes across her face, as if she can’t believe she let me do this do her.
Without giving Darcy more time to think, I grip the back of her head and crush my mouth against hers. I still have chocolate on my face and my lips. The taste on my tongue is a mix of her and chocolate, and she groans as I explore her mouth with it.
She responds with hunger, and runs her hands over my shoulders and arms, her fingers squeezing my muscles as they explore me.
Releasing her head, I reach down and put on the condom. I stand closer to the counter, and pull her to the edge, so that she is merely perching on it. I grind my hard cock against her slick lips, and groan involuntarily.
Since I met her, I’ve been waiting for this, and my cock screams to be inside her.
Darcy reaches her hand down and fumbles for my dick, but I push it away and line up my tip with her entrance.
I break our kiss, and in a low growl say, “I need to be in you.”
“Please,” she says. Her breathy voice begging for my cock hardens me even more.
Without waiting any longer, I drive my cock into her, and shudders fly up my back. Darcy gasps and swallows hard as her tight pussy adjusts to me. Her walls stretch to take all of me.
Holding her in place, I thrust into her. Each movement sending more and more shudders up my back. But her body isn’t close enough for me, each of my thrusts pushes her away and the counter isn’t enough to hold her in place.
Frustrated, I hold her against me, pick her up with my cock still buried in her, and back her against the stainless steel fridge.
Finally, she’s held in place as I pound into her, the chocolate sticks our skin together. My chest and legs have now become coated in it as well, though I barely notice.
Darcy wraps her arms and legs around me, and holds tight, her fingers digging into my back. Her moans get louder with each thrust, and fuel my ears with more want.
I can tell she’s close, and want to feel her come on my cock more than anything. I want her walls to grip me, and pulsate against me until her spasms make me come.
“Fuck, Darcy, you feel so good. My dick is in heaven,” I growl at her.
Darcy’s nails dig into my back, sending shivers radiating out from each spot. Her grip is involuntary, a reaction to being on the edge, and I want to tip her over.
“Come,” I demand, “before I do. I want to feel you. I want to feel what I do to you.” I kiss her neck, and suck the soft flesh between my teeth.
One more thrust and she dissolves. Her legs fall from my waist, her fingers dig deeper into me, and her entire body jerks and quivers between me and the fridge.
Her walls spasm strongly around my cock. I try to hold back, to delay my pleasure, but she moans at a pitch that runs straight down my spine to my balls.
I pin her against the fridge as I fill the condom and hold her there as my body is rocketed with shudders. I seem to climax for an extraordinary amount of time, and I relish every second.
Darcy is mine. The one I want. There’s no sliver of a doubt.
As my body comes back to earth, I realize sweat is trickling into my eyes, and I wipe it away with my arm.
“That wasn’t how I thought the evening would end,” she says, her breathing ragged.
I can’t help but laugh. “Me neither.”
Gently, I pull away from Darcy, enabling her to stand. She’s coated in chocolate, and after glancing down, I realize I am too.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” I say.
After chucking the condom in the trash, I take her hand and lead her out of the room.
When we reach an area covered in silk carpet, she says, “We shouldn’t walk on this, it’ll ruin the carpet.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” I say, tugging her to the stairs and towards my ensuite.
Her eyes widen, and she glances back at the drips of chocolate we’re leaving in our wake.
“Wow, how on earth big is your bed?” She asks as we enter my bedroom.
“Big enough for two.”
“I’ll say. What is it? Seven-, eight-feet long?”
“Seven. I’m tall, I don’t like my feet to hang off the end,” I say, squeezing her hand.
Leading her into the washroom, I flick on the water in the large walk-in shower and position her under the flow of the water. The chocolate streaks down her, and she almost looks like she’s melting.