He tested it first, dipping his finger into the melted chocolate in the fondue bowl, then, satisfied, dragged his fingertip from between my breasts to my chin to my lips. I licked the chocolate from his finger, sucking and teasing at it, trying to tempt him to stop these games and ravish me.
“It tastes good,” I said. “Not too hot, but a little. I can feel it, but it cools down quickly.”
Asher nodded. Going back for more, he swirled his finger into the liquid chocolate, then picked it up and plopped it onto my nipple. With long, gentle strokes from his tongue, he lapped up his chocolate treat. I arched my back. The flash of heat on my nipple, then the subsequent twirl of his tongue cleaning it up sent spasms through my body. To make it worse, Asher angled his lower body in such a way that he could grind against my pelvis and torment my clit at the same time.
Then, more. Picking up the fondue bowl, he lifted it above my chest and dribbled it onto my breasts. Hotter coming straight from the source, the molten chocolate dripped onto my body and flowed across my sensuous curves. It formed a river between my breasts. Part of it snaked its way towards my neck, forming a pool at the bottom of my throat. The rest of the chocolate drifted down my stomach towards the center of my body. Myriad little streams of gooey delight cascaded along the side of my body, while most of the remainder settled into my belly button. A very small amount continued on, stretching across the hood of my clit, to my labia, to the base of Asher’s cock.
Wherever the chocolate touched, it felt like the warmth of a kiss across my body, but without the pressure of lips behind it. Tiny, swift kisses, moving, liquid, over my soft skin, tempting me. Asher replaced the fondue bowl onto its stand. He pulled out of me, then thrust back in. Out and in again, then out and in once more. I felt it, intensified, and wanted him to continue, to smear chocolate all over my body and kiss me and make love to me.
He only thrust into me three times, though.
“Asher,” I screamed. “My God! I’m going to die if you don’t stop doing this!”
He stared at me, blinking, and laughed. “You’re going to die if I don’t give in and bring you to climax?” he asked.
When he said it like that, it sounded dumb, but yes, yes, I was. And I told him that. “Yes. I think so.”
“Fine,” he said. Leaning in close, he gave me a peck on the lips, then gazed into my eyes. “It’s time, right?” he asked.
For a baby, he meant. It wasn’t like we ever stopped having sex, but today and these few upcoming days fit my monthly schedule for becoming pregnant. Asher said he didn’t want to plan it out and have sex because of a requirement, but I didn’t expect him to tease me to the point of wanting him to make love to me multiple times over, either. I kind of liked the latter idea, though. If—was this the beginning? The thought churned in my mind, We made love this morning before we left, and then he’d teased me all the while on our tour of the petrified forest nearby. It was his suggestion to come back to the room for a light snack, too. We had a hike planned for later, but after that the rest of our day was free.#p#分页标题#e#
That must be it, I decided. He wanted to torment me into desiring him so badly that I gave in to him and allowed him to make love to me so much that we couldn’t help but plant a seed for the future. Not that he needed to do the tormenting, nor did my desire really ever wane, but Asher had a horribly twisted idea of fun in these regards.
He licked my nose, snapping me out of my daydream.
“Ew!” I said, laughing. I squirmed, entirely meaning to. “Yes,” I added. “It’s time.”
“One more question, then,” he said. “Will you think about it? If you want, you can write in my office and when I have free time we can go to lunch together. Or do book reviews, if you’d like. I’ll help you find a paper for a column. I’ll do anything you need me to. I just want you to be happy. I don’t want you to do it as a job, I want you to do it because you love it. I want to help you find your passion, because you’ve helped me find mine. I feel so alive now, Jessika, so much more than I ever was. I…”
I stared lovingly into his eyes at his admission. Asher was never guarded with me, but sometimes I knew he didn’t know what to say or how to say it. I understood because I felt the same way at times. The two of us, together, was something that neither of us would ever fully be able to understand. We would try, though.
“Will you marry me?” he blurted out.
I laughed. “Asher, you already asked me that before we left for this trip. I said yes.”
“I know.” He grinned. “I wanted to ask again.”