Sweet Backlash (15 page)

"I like a challenge," he said then
lowered his face to hers.

His gentle kiss made her float, and
she moved her fingers up the sides of his neck into his hair.
Pressing against him, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
Urging his lips apart, she welcomed his tongue, still flavored with
wine and rich seasonings. Delicious.

He reached behind her and unhooked her
bra then dragged the straps off her shoulders and peeled the cups
from her breasts. He stepped back and cupped the sides, grazing his
thumbs over her nipples.

"God, you're beautiful," he said with
reverence. He retrieved the box from the bed, removed the plastic
film and lifted the lid. "There are three jars." He took out one.
"Dark chocolate. Not my favorite." He put it back and took another.
"It's pink but it says white chocolate. Here, hold it." He handed
the small tub to her and looked at the last one. "Milk chocolate.
That's a good one."

He set the box on the arm of the chair
and twisted the lid off of the brown paint. With a mischievous
grin, he dipped in his finger and withdrew it with a glob of
chocolate paste that looked like pudding. She closed her eyes as he
drew a design around her nipples. Her breasts grew heavy and a
tingling excitement slowly built at the apex of her
thighs.

"Watch," he said, his voice deep and
seductive.

Opening her lids, she found him on his
knees. He sent his finger in swirls across her skin. Captivated,
she watched him dip his fingertip into the jar and start on the
other breast. "Save some for me." Was that her voice, all breathy
and husky?

Replacing the lid, he gave her an
intense look then took the jar of pink chocolate from her. He
licked his lips and smeared the pale cream on a nipple, sending his
finger round and round then clearing off the tip with his
fingernail. She gasped, a shock of heat filling her
belly.

As if worshiping her painted globes,
Chip leaned in and touched the tip of his tongue to a pink center.
Arching his eyebrows, he said, "This is my idea of
dessert."

He laved her breasts, his hot tongue
making her melt along with the chocolate. Moisture seeped out
between her legs. Placing a steadying hand on his shoulder, she
squirmed, her jeans too confining.

He stood and unfastened her pants, and
she returned the favor. With his jeans gaping, she inserted her
fingers into his underwear and grasped his erection. His tip peeked
above the elastic band, tempting her. Sinking to her knees, she
eased down the fabric blocking her goal, and scooped pink cream
from the still-open jar on the floor. She swirled it around the
tip, coating it completely, then took it into her mouth. He groaned
and put a hand on top of her head as she sucked and tongued his
cock like a piece of candy. So yummy.

She released him and tugged down his
clothes. He stepped out, and she shoved them aside. His length
jutted toward her and she kissed the tip, rewarded with another
groan. Then she coated it in pale, creamy sweetness and licked him
like ice cream. Taking as much of him into her mouth as she could,
she did the same as she had done to his tip. She reached up between
his thighs and palmed his balls and raked a fingertip across the
skin right behind.

"Melony, don't." His voice sounded
strained. He tried to pull away, but she grabbed his ass and
prevented him. "I'm going to come," he warned. "Please."

He grew even harder as she sent her
tongue along his girth and swallowed. Her pussy ached. She wanted
to see him to orgasm, first. Doubling her efforts, she focused all
her attention on his pleasure. He showed extraordinary control,
however, and wouldn't let loose.

She reached under the mattress and
felt for the vibrator she'd hid before the morning session.
Flipping the switch at the end of the handle, she pressed the tip
to his butt hole.

He cried out. Throwing back his head,
he pushed against the top of her head. Swallowing in a rhythm, she
increased the pressure of the wand and inserted it into his
resisting sphincter. Only an inch. He cried out again and jerked,
squirting warm cum against the back of her throat. Her juices
flowed with a vengeance.

"Damn it," he said, out of breath. "I
wanted to do that inside you."

"Not today." Not ever. She withdrew
the vibrator, turned it off, and slid it under the sofa.

He took her under the arms and brought
her to her feet. He bent, wrapped his lips around one of her
nipples, and pushed off her jeans and panties. Melony went to ease
her own swollen, aching throb, but Chip blocked her arm. "Oh, no
you don't," he said. "Now it's your turn."

With an arm behind her knees, he
picked her up and laid her on the bed. He settled his hips between
her knees. In a panic, she shoved at his shoulders. "No. Red, red!
Stop!"

"Relax," he crooned. "I'm not going to
screw you. I promise."

She panted. Realizing he didn't have a
hard-on, she glanced into his eyes. He was calm. It rubbed off on
her. "Okay."

He kissed her, slow and easy. Taking
his time, he explored her mouth and caressed her skin. Before long,
he had her hot and bothered again. He gained her trust, and she let
him move lower. He rained kisses down her cheek and onto her ear
then nibbled on her earlobe as he worked to her neck. Alternating
licks and nips, he traveled along her collarbone and along her
sternum.

His lips, his mouth seduced her. Felt
so good on her skin. Zigzags of electricity bolted along her nerve
endings, every one of them finding their way to her slit. Her pussy
ached for his touch so much she raised her hips to rub the swollen
lips against him.

"Don't do that if you don't want me
inside you," he warned.

He had her excited, so sensitive, that
when he licked dried chocolate from her breast and brushed her hard
nipple with the side of his tongue, she arched off the mattress. He
took the nipple between his teeth and squeezed the other between
two fingers. Deep and low, her womb lurched in reaction.

"Yes!" She grasped his
shoulders.

With meticulous attention, he ate the
chocolate from her until she thought she would go mad. Then he
moved. Lower. Down her belly. He stabbed the tip of his tongue into
her bellybutton and another jolt of pleasure sent a rush of juices
along her crease. Then lower still.

"Don't," she said.

He sent kisses along the edge of her
pubic hair, and her slit screamed for attention. Bringing his
fingertips up her inner thigh with a feather-light touch, he
whispered, "Trust me."

She had never allowed a man between
her legs. He didn't know what he asked.

"Please," she said, trying to close
her legs.

The throbbing grew nearly unbearable.
Something cold and wet touched her aching lips and she realized he
smeared her pussy with chocolate.

"I won't hurt you," he said, the air
passing his lips sending a wave of goose bumps along her skin, from
pubis to bellybutton. "But you have to trust me. Do
you?"

Raising her head from the bed, she
found him watching her. He still looked calm, confident. His finger
slipped into the folds of her slit. More chocolate.

"I don't know," she said.

He pressed a kiss to the lips covering
her clit then licked cream from his mouth. "I can stop right
now."

The idea crushed her with
disappointment. She had already let him do what no other had when
she permitted him to French-kiss her, and again this morning when
she let him pleasure her pussy with his fingers. He got her off to
a degree she'd never been able to do for herself.

He kissed her again then put even more
chocolate into her slit. Dropping her head to the sheets, she
stared at the ceiling fan overhead. He had already kissed her
there. Twice. What harm could a lick or two do?

"Okay," she whispered.

"Okay, what?"

"Okay. Go ahead," she said, closing
her eyes and putting a hand to her forehead.

"Say what you want."

She rose to her elbows. He was
serious. And not moving. She desperately needed him to give her
some relief. Barely able to force the words past her lips, she
whispered, "Lick me."

"Louder."

Damn him! "Lick me."

"Watch," he ordered.

He slid off the edge of the mattress
and stood. He put a hand on the inside of each of her knees and
spread her wide. His gaze caressed her pussy, and her heart began
to race.

"You're weeping for my touch," he
said. He dipped a finger into her opening then brought it to his
tongue. "Sweet. I can taste how much you want me."

She couldn't deny it.

"Do you?" he asked.

"Do I what?" she said, her throat
constricting.

"Trust me. Do you trust
me?"

The pressure in her slit grew to a
painful throb, beyond anything she could relieve on her own. "Yes!"
she cried. "I trust you. Please."

He took her hips and slid her to the
edge of the bed. Holding her thighs wide, he kneeled and gave her
suffering folds a firm, earth-shaking lave. She sighed, resisting
the urge to sink to the mattress. He did it again, spreading his
tongue wide and swiping her from opening to clit.

God, that felt heavenly.

He sent the tip deep into the crease
along one side then brought it up the edge of her clit.

Yes.

He did the same to the other
side.

Yes. Yes!

After three more licks, he took her
nerve bundle between his lips and gave it a gentle suck.

She nearly came off the bed with
intense pleasure. He sucked again. She grabbed his head and rocked
her hips, needing him to set the pace that would finish her journey
to orgasm.

He met her need. Suck. A lave upward
to suck again. A lave down. Suck.

"Aah-aah-aah!" She closed her eyes and
strained toward the peak.

Suck. Suck. Suck.

Stars exploded behind her lids. Every
muscle in her body tensed and her insides convulsed. She shattered
into tiny fragments, suspended pieces high overhead, twisting and
dancing in rapture, then coming together once again. A strange
sound cut through and she realized she was screaming. It wound down
to a sigh as she calmed. Her lungs exerted extra effort to get her
much needed air, and her heart punched a tattoo against her
ribs.

He chuckled. "It was good for me,
too," he said.

She lay spread-eagle, unable to move
as he stretched along her side. He kissed her, and she tasted
chocolate cream and something earthy. Her own flavor. She fell into
an exhausted sleep.

A knock on Melony's bedroom door woke
her from a deep sleep. Sitting, she looked around with groggy eyes.
Sunshine made her pleated shade glow. What time was it?

"Melony? Can I come in?"

"No." She rubbed itchy lids and
sighed. She had woken in Chip's arms, on his bed in the living room
last night, and had to get alone. Walking circles in her room until
midnight, she had trembled with rage. She had never wanted to whip
a man into submission so badly. The way he had made her beg, the
way he had commanded, had filled her with a dangerous
wrath.

Now, in the light of day and after a
few hours’ sleep alone in her own bed, she realized she had
misunderstood. Remembering without the strong emotion to warp her
recall, it became clear that he had not made her beg, nor had he
ordered her to do anything. He had simply required she tell him
what she wanted. He needed her permission to do something she had
told him not to. It occurred to her that she would've held the
session against him, accused him of doing something to her she
didn't want, if he hadn't made her clearly state her
desire.

The knob jiggled. Damn it. She had
told him no.

"Melony? I woke up and you were
gone."

She caught a whiff of coffee. It got
her moving. "I'll be right out. Let me get dressed." Great. Her
words came out so slurred, she sounded drunk.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she answered, swinging her
legs over the side of the bed and running her hands through her
hair.

"You don't sound fine."

Now he got on her nerves. "I'm fine. I
promise."

"I have a cup of coffee for
you."

Was he trying to bribe her to open the
door? She really wanted that coffee, though. She padded over and
unlocked it. She opened it only enough to snatch the cup from his
hand then slammed and locked it. On the other side, he chuckled.
Melony smiled, amazed his laughter didn't irk her.

"It's getting late," he said. "If
we're going to get my car, we should probably get going pretty
soon."

"Ten minutes." She took a sip from the
cup and opening her underwear drawer.

"Take your time," he
drawled.

Smart ass. She had let him break too
many of her personal rules yesterday. To gain perspective, she
determined not to get intimate with him. Achieving that, however,
meant she would have to keep her eyes off him, because the sight of
him made her want to touch him. The man was too sexy. She took a
double gulp of coffee, wincing at the burn.