Title: HOT CHOCOLATE FUN
Author: Sunni
Category: - Adult - not graphic, but rather steamy 
Pairing: Anonymous couple
Disclaimer: No names...No need.  As always, feedback would be wonderful....I think

 

HOT CHOCOLATE FUN

 

It was a cold stormy night. She had the fire lit, with a cup of hot chocolate waiting when he came in from work.

"Here." She crossed the room and pushed the mug into his hands. "That
should take off the chill."

"You didn't have to do this." But he still wrapped his fingers around the mug and sniffed the chocolate steam appreciatively.

"It's no trouble." She stood beside him, sipping her own drink, wishing it was her those hands were wrapped around.

His dark gaze flicked over the candle lit room, the pillows lying invitingly on the rug in front of the fire and then back over her. She found herself ensnared by the fire dancing in his liquid eyes. He set his mug on the hearth, then loosened his tie and unhooked the top two buttons at his throat. Reaching out, he feathered his
fingers across her cheek. She leaned into the sweet tenderness of his caress.

He took her mug and set it beside his then straightened with his arms outstretched, his dark eyes beseeching. " Will you do me the honor?"

"There's no music."

"Do we really need any?"

His throaty promise hummed though her body, turning her knees weak and sparked a responsive rhythm in her pulse. Slowly she folded one hand into his and placed the other on his shoulder, already matching
the subtle sway of his body. He pulled her to him, close enough to feel his powerful thighs press against her.

Giving in to his strength, she laid her cheek on his chest and slid her fingers up to the back of his neck, finding that sensitive spot of his. He shuddered at her touch and his arm circled her waist, anchoring them together. They moved to the silent tune thrumming between them, body to body. He pulled their hands to the pulsing beat
at the base of his throat and dropped his chin to brush against her knuckles.

The gentle abrasion of his evening beard made her long to feel that same friction against her cheek. She rose up on her toes and pressed her face to his. A thousand tiny fingertips stroked her skin and she gasped, inhaling his special scent. A chain reaction skittered though her, upsetting the cadence of their dance, waking her body to the
need of something much more elemental.  She missed a step and snatched at his shoulder, up under his jacket
to steady herself. Her fingertips brushed against smooth, cold leather. She jerked away from the reminder of his job and the danger he faced daily.

"Easy beauty, " he murmured, his voice a ragged reassurance that chased away her fears. He moved her grip to his waist and she held on as he shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it onto the sofa and then the holster setting it on the mantel above the fireplace.

He slid his hands across her shoulders and down her back. "It's just about us, " he whispered, dark eyes glimmering with a fire of their own. "Tonight there's nothing else. No one else."

She latched onto his open collar and met his kiss, understanding and wanting and forgetting, just as he promised. His lips closed over hers, hard and demanding. A symphony exploded in her head as she opened her mouth and welcomed him. A hint of chocolate mingled with his own taste when their tongues met and danced to the fiery concerto that consumed her.

Her mind shut out everything but him and the rightful claim of his mouth on hers, the needy pull of his hands as they glided beneath her sweater to heat the cool skin of her back. Her fingers didn't need the direction of conscious thought, they tugged at his shirt, freeing the buttons and slipping inside to explore the masculine contrast of soft skin and hard muscles.

She closed her eyes against the dizzy sensation of flying as with urgent ease, he picked her up and set her down on the pillows in front of the fire.

His hard body with those long legs came down over hers as his mouth covered hers. He pushed her sweater up and off over her head. His hand skimmed over the satiny camisole she wore. His lips trailed along a shoulder strap and over the swell of her breast before capturing a rigid peak though the silken barrier. She moaned at the
sweet agony of it, wanting more. She tunneled her fingers into his hair and clutched him to her, twisting the pooling ache of her hips against the hard evidence of his desire.

He kissed her hard, branding her with his taste, assuring her of his desire, igniting a feverish etude inside her. He pulled back to pull off his shirt, muttering a frustrated curse when he got tangled up. Smiling at the unique feminine power his impatience gave her, she reached out and helped him pull off the offending garment.
He returned the favor and they were soon skin to skin on the braided rug in front of the fire. He played her body like a rare instrument, and his husky, eager responses to her touches gave her a confidence she'd never known before.

"You're mine, all mine."

He rose above her like a warrior victorious and claimed her with his lips and body. She surrendered willingly, giving herself over to the needful hands and brave heart of the man she loved.


~ Finis ~