Tastes Like Chocolate: A Red Hot Valentine Story
found out later I was
hallucinating.
    Taking his hand, I let him lay me down. My
hands shook as he lowered his chest over mine. He shifted his
weight, leaving my lower half exposed and feeling cold.
    “ You called me Adonis,” he
said, removing my shirt.
    I nodded as he pushed the material aside,
reaching into my bra to expose my breasts. My emotions soared with
hope even as I tried to squelch it. This could be the beginning of
something or another setup for disappointment. Deciding it was best
if I didn’t think, I tried to turn off my inner voice.
    “ You are beautiful.
Voluptuous. A woman it takes time to taste and explore.” Then, he
did.
    Starting at my head, he kissed my entire
face, lingering over my lips to lick them in circles. I kept
reaching down for his penis but he backed away, smiling. He moved
lower, teasing my nipples until they stood straight up. He reached
down, removing my pants and panties with no effort.
    He slipped his fingers inside me and I
arched my back. He moved them in and out, even while I wriggled
with pleasure. As he teased my clit with his thumb on each thrust,
I found myself having sex with his hand, and enjoying it.
    He leaned down, wrapping his other hand
around the back of my neck. “I want to hear you scream with
ecstasy.”
    I wanted to answer, needed to say something,
but each time I opened my mouth, only a moan came out.
    Pressing his hand inside of me, he pulled me
to him as I groaned, wriggling my hips toward his. He pinned my leg
down with his while picking up the intensity with his hand. He
moved so fast I could no longer tell when he thrust, only that a
growing heat traveled down my legs, and my hands started to tingle.
Oh gods, my orgasm wasn’t going to wait for him to be inside me. My
back couldn’t arch any farther as he held me firmly while his
wiggling fingers entered me over and over again.
    My breath was no more than a raspy groan as
he pulled his fingers from me suddenly, leaving a need I’d never
known. I whimpered, and using what strength I had to wrap both arms
around his shoulders, I pulled myself up and kissed him so deeply I
thought he’d pull away. He didn’t. His tongue met mine move for
move as he laid me back down. He grabbed my hips, nudging me under
him and pressing his entire body onto me.
    I shifted my hips up, rewarded with the hard
length of him pulsing between my legs. I wanted him, needed him, at
that moment. He held me still, rubbing his hard cock up and down,
the head pushing gently at my opening only to keep thrusting. His
breathing was rapid as he again lifted his hips, teasing me with
the length of him. The penis I sculpted was almost inside of me. I
couldn’t think; all I could do was moan, thrusting my hips against
his hands, hoping he’d reward me.
    His gravelly voice was filled with desire.
“Are you ready for me, my love?”
    “ Please, don’t leave me
like this.” My fear rushed to the front, even in this
moment.
    “ I’m yours,
forever.”
    He grasped my ass and entered me slowly. I
whimpered with each push. He moaned as I used my vaginal muscles to
squeeze him inside of me.
    “ That’s the best
trickery.” He chuckled.
    I looked up at him hoping he was mine,
forever. The gold dust still flecked in his eyes.
    “ More.” I licked his
lips.
    “ I am yours to command in
bed.” He thrust, filling me completely.
    My breath rushed out of me as he picked up
speed. All I could do was lie there and moan. He clasped his hands
over my head, staring me right in the eye. He wanted to see my
pleasure.
    He moved as fast as he did with his hand. I
lost track of his movements, unable to keep up. Raising my hips, I
tried to match his every move. This time when I arched my back, it
pressed my breasts into his chest.
    He moaned. “Your body ignites a fire inside
of me.”
    The impact of our bodies meeting in a frenzy
of passion produced a delicious sound that filled my ears. His
moans echoed mine as I couldn’t contain groans that came

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