The Pleasure Chest Box Set(16)

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this clean,” she says, painting a line of dark chocolate down my chest.

I paint white chocolate flowers on her nipples, dark chocolate swirls on her collar bones. She puts abstract designs across my stomach, a dripping handprint over my heart. When we’re both almost covered in chocolate, I start my masterpiece. I use the darkest chocolate I have, slowly drawing a word on her chest—backward. I write three more, trailing down between her breasts and down onto her stomach.

“You need to look in the mirror,” I tell her.

She licks some chocolate off her fingers. “Like this?”

“Like this.”

She stands up, crossing the bedroom to the full-length mirror and examining the message on her body. I can see in the mirror that I’ve done a good job. The words Will You Marry Me clearly standing out against the rest of the designs. She whips around towards me. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely,” I say.

Her face breaks into the widest smile I’ve ever seen, and I catch her as she tackles me back onto the bed. Our kisses taste of chocolate, and something deeper. “Yes,” she says, sucking the chocolate from my lips. “Yes, absolutely.”

“There’s a ring in the dining room,” I say. “I didn’t want it covered in chocolate.”

She grins. “I support that decision.”

I flip her over onto the bed. “You look just as amazing as I thought you would,” I say. “I’d actually say you look edible.” My mouth finds her nipple, and I clean the chocolate from her skin. Once her nipple is clean, I lick her everywhere. She moans as I taste her skin, trying to lead me down between her legs. It works. I push her legs apart, pressing a finger inside her as my mouth drops onto her clit. She’s soaking wet, and the pure taste of her mixes with the chocolate in a powerful, incredible flavor. I would stay here forever if I could.

I push a second finger into her pussy, curling my fingers upward to find that rough spot. I find it, feeling her body jump under me as I stroke my fingers across it. I want her to come, and quickly. I have plans for her today, and I plan on her coming as many times as I can make her. I fuck her pussy, hitting that spot with my fingers as I graze my teeth along her swollen clit. She shudders as I suck it back between my lips, my mouth flooding with more of her taste.

I’m reaching for a condom when she stops me. “Wait.” In a flash, she’s in front of me, hands covered in chocolate, spreading it over my cock. “Remember what I said?”

My mouth is dry. “I can’t forget.”

I really haven’t been able to. The idea that she would suck chocolate off my cock has been a regular feature in my fantasies for months. She spreads herself out on the bed, just putting her head off the edge. Her mouth is open, and she catches a drop of chocolate that falls from the tip of me. I push my cock into her mouth, and she groans. In the months we’ve been dating, she’s only improved with her oral skills. She likes this position because she can take more of me, and I oblige. I press my cock deeper, feeling the tip touch her throat.

She sucks me as I pull back, licking chocolate as she goes, and it goes pretty high on the ‘hottest things I’ve ever seen’ list. I push back in, thrusting deeper. I don’t want to come yet, but damn if I can keep myself out of her mouth when it feels this good. I give her a chance to take a breath before I plunge back in, fucking her mouth with quick, deep strokes. Mayra reaches her hands around my ass, drawing me in closer, forcing me deeper, and I groan. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like her. And now she’s going to be mine forever. A burst of happiness and completeness so deep runs through me, and I come without warning.

She seals her mouth around my cock, and I can’t breathe. The orgasm feels like it’s been pulled from my toes. It goes deep, blasting through nerves I wasn’t even aware I had. I slip out of Mayra’s mouth, and I’m still half-delirious with pleasure as I watch her dip a finger in chocolate, adding it into her mouth before she swallows. “Fuck,” I say. “That was—”

I don’t have the words for it. I don’t think I ever will.

One look up and down her body—chocolate smudged and pussy glistening—is all it takes for me to be completely hard again. I slip on my condom, flipping her over on the bed and entering her in one stroke. She cries out, and I love the sound. She’s gotten so much louder as we’ve been together, and every time she moans it sends pleasure sizzling straight to my balls. I lean down against her, my entire chest against her back, my legs touching hers, my lips on the back of her neck.

I feel her relax, go pliant underneath me as she feels my body surround her. My cock is too hard to take my time, and I thrust into her, pounding a wild rhythm. Mayra is making the sounds I love, breathy little moans every time I thrust, and it drives me to fuck her harder. I reach around underneath her, teasing her clit, and am rewarded with a yelp and her body jerking underneath me. I smile against the skin of her neck, kissing her there.

She stops me for a moment, turning over so we can see each other’s faces. I don’t waste time, fitting myself to her and thrusting in. I will never get tired of fucking her. I love her body. I love the way her tits bounce as I enter her, I love the way her cunt squeezes me when she comes, I love the way her hair tangles in the sheets when she arches her back. Mayra gasps, and then she lets out a long low moan. Her face tightens as she comes, and I watch the little muscles in her stomach and thighs spasm as her orgasm flies through her. I’m not far behind her. I fuck her hard and fast, and when I come it’s on the edge of pleasure and pain. I say her name as I bury myself in her, letting my cock savor the tightness of her.

“God, I love you,” I tell her.

She smiles, her eyes closed. “I love you too.”

I lick the skin between her breasts and the chocolate that is left there. The way her body is relaxing, I can tell she’s going to sleep. I’d love nothing more than to let her sleep in my arms, but first things first. “Let’s shower.”

“Later.”

I laugh. “As delicious as this is, I’m not sure you want the stickiness later.”

Her eyes open slowly, and she nods. “That true. It’s clearly why I’m marrying you. You’re the voice of reason.”

The smile on my face feels like it’s going to break it open. “I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

Mayra kisses me, and that same deep feeling of contentment washes over me. This is perfect. She’s perfect.

Suddenly she pulls away, mischief in her eyes. “Last one to the shower comes last!” she says, springing off the bed and racing for the bathroom, leaving chocolate footprints in the hall. I grin, waiting to follow her. I’m still aiming for a new record, and if I’m going to hit it today, I’ll gladly come last.

I can’t stop smiling as I follow her.



THE END





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I take a steadying breath as I rearrange the display. I’ve practically been vibrating all day, a combination of first day jitters and excitement. I honestly never thought that I’d work at a sex toy store, but after months of job searching and coming dangerously close to the end of my savings, working here feels like a dream. Plus, everyone here has been amazing. It’s only been a day and I think that for the first time I might actually have friends at work.

I’m cleaning out one of the mirrored display cases, rearranging a display of glass dildos. Another benefit of working here—I get to encounter things I’ve never even heard of before, let alone considered trying. It gives me the chance to research a bunch of new things.

I’ve always loved researching, learning things just because I could. Curiosity is the only gift my dad gave me before he decided his own research in Peru was more important than me or my mother. But that love of learning landed with me with degrees that weren’t…marketable, in the traditional sense, and a scarily large mountain of debt. Still, I wouldn’t trade those years I spent learning for anything.

The past few days since I got the job I’ve been pouring over everything I can find out about Pleasure Chest, from the company history to learning all about the merchandise they sell. Given just how many toys they do sell it’s going to take me awhile, but I’m up for the challenge.