ten
Beryl
Lord, that voice. He’s going to melt my panties. And me right along with them.
He crowds me against the wall, holding me in place with the press of his body. Capturing my face between his palms, he rains tiny kisses over my cheeks, my forehead, my closed eyes before finally taking my mouth. The way he curls his tongue against mine, lingering before stroking again has me clinging to his shoulders just to stay upright.
When he eases back, he strokes his finger over my lower lip. “Your lips swollen by my kisses, baby,” he rumbles. “So beautiful.”
A grin steals the sultry expression from his face. “Wait here,” he says in his normal voice. “I want to grab a couple things from upstairs. Then, I’m all for skipping supper and going back to your apartment.”
Not sure I’m able to form words, I nod.
“I want you to really experience chocolate. Uh, we might get a little messy.”
Imagining what he has in mind makes me lick my lips. His eyes blaze in response. “You should know the shower works fine.”
“I was thinking more about the bed.”
“Oh. I have another set of sheets.” I offer him what I hope is a sexy smirk. “And a washer and dryer.”
“Be right back.”
Using the store apron I’m still wearing, I pat imaginary perspiration from my face then use the hem as a fan to cool my skin. I’m curious, excited, apprehensive, everything all at once. The playful side of him remains, tempered by age and something I don’t quite understand. Confidence? Self-awareness? That’s part of the appealing man he’s become.
He returns with a duffle and a pair of large, insulated mugs. “Would you go out front and choose some sweets for tonight? Anything you want. As much as you want.”
I’m like a kid in a candy store. Which I suppose I am. I want to taste everything and have a difficult time restraining myself. With an admonition to remain reasonable, I choose a dozen and turn toward the back. He’s standing in the doorway, the two mugs in one hand. “Ready?”
So much more than ready.
He refuses to tell me what’s in the mugs or the duffle—other than a change of clothes. I can be patient. For a little while anyway.
At home, I ask if he’d like some wine and he declines. He reaches into my refrigerator, pulls out a pair of water bottles and hands one to me. “Drink this, Beri. We need to hydrate. I need you to relax out here while I… “
He pauses and I wait for the sex voice, and I’m disappointed when he continues in his normal voice. “With your permission, I’d like to set the stage for you.”
“Okay. Do you need anything?”
“Well,” he glances around the room. “Can I take the candles?”
I have a grouping of eight candles in the non-working fireplace. I like candles except I always forget to use them. These are pristine with unlit wicks. “Sure.”
“This won’t take too long. Finish your water.”
I flop on the couch and open the bottle. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was, the water is cold and refreshing. Soft sounds come from the bedroom and trying to imagine what Noah’s doing, I close my eyes.
“Beryl, wake up, baby.”
Grumbling I rub my eyes. “I wasn’t asleep.”
I hear laughter in his voice. “If you say so.”
My eyes open to discover him standing in the middle of the room. Shirtless. And he’s changed from jeans to loose sleep pants that sit so low on his hips a whisper would expose him. I have the insane desire to whisper. He holds out one hand.
Feeling over dressed, I take his hand and he tugs me to my feet. But not into his arms. Instead he walks backward, leading me to the promise of nirvana he’s created for me.
Even though the late evening sun still shines outside, he’s covered the window with a dark cloth, blocking the light. The only illumination comes from the hallway and the candles flickering around the room. Cocooning us with the tiny flames, he shuts the door and presses against my back. “I thought you might like to play a game.”
I’m ready for more than a game. He spent time creating this scenario, so I can wait. “A game? Okay.”
He presses his lips against my throat and hums. “You’ll do as I say?”
I nod.
“Say it.”
“I will. I’ll do what you say.”
“That’s my sweet Beri. Take off your clothes and sit on the edge of the bed.”
As I remove each article of clothing, he takes and folds them before setting them on the chair in the corner. Anticipation trembles over my skin. Swirls of desire tighten my nipples, making me wet.
He slips out of his pants and with his back to me, takes his time folding them and adding them to the pile in the chair. A simple and effective tease. My breaths come in shallow pants. “Noah.”
He glances back over his shoulders. “Shh, baby. Close your eyes.”
I’m tempted to argue because I want to see if he’s as aroused as I am. Instead I close my eyes tightly, squishing my lids together and wrinkling my nose like a child pretending to sleep.
His chuckle grows louder as he comes toward the bed. “I’m going to blindfold you. Tell me now if you don’t want that.”
“It’s okay.”
His voice lowers. “That’s good, baby. I think you’ll, hmm, enjoy this game.” Cool, thick, padded silk covers my eyes. He adjusts the material then reaches behind me to tighten the band holding it on. His body is so close, I inhale the masculine arousal surrounding him.
“If you need me to stop, no matter the reason, you must tell me. I won’t do anything you don’t desire.” He rolls the final ‘r’ and I shiver.
“I understand what safe words are. That’s what you’re talking about, isn’t it?”
There’s a slight pause as though I’ve surprised him. “Yes, a safe word. What is your word?”
I ponder that for a moment. The faint aroma of chocolate tickles my nose. What goes good with chocolate. “Vanilla.”
“Vanilla. Very good. Now sit still a moment, I have something for you to taste.”
My grin must have given away my thoughts because he strokes my cheek and presses the pad of his thumb against my lower lip. I open for him and tease him with my tongue. “No, baby. Not that. Not yet. The game first.”
He moves away and I can’t help pouting. He used to love my mouth on him. As much as I loved the taste of him. Now, wouldn’t that be an interesting flavor for the creamy center of a chocolate?
Turning my head from side to side, I listen, trying to determine where he is in the room. His footsteps are nearly silent and naked, there’s no cloth rustling as he moves. I squeeze my thighs together to contain my anticipation.
“I want you to taste two things and tell me which you prefer tonight. Stick out your tongue.”
When I do, he touches the tip of one finger to the surface and the essence of rich dark chocolate fills my mouth then is gone. “Again,” he says and this time smooth, creamy milk chocolate covers his finger tip.
“Which do you prefer, baby?”
“Milk chocolate.”
“Would you like more?”
“Oh, yes. Please.”
“This is our game, sweet Beri. I’m covering five spots on my body with milk chocolate. You will find those places. Blindfolded. Using only your mouth.”
“That sounds like it might be more fun for you than for me.”
His low laugh precedes the soft brush of air as he moves past me. The bed behind me dips and jiggles as he settles near the center of the mattress. “You might be surprised, baby.”
“Is there a prize when I win?”
His voice drops even lower and I strain to hear the rumbled words. “Count on it, baby.”
Even though it’s just across a mattress, finding my way blindfolded is different. My perceptions are altered. I can’t explain it but I feel more. The air against my bare skin, even the feel of the sheets under my palms and knees is strange and overly sensual. Maybe beyond just covering my eyes it’s just the man waiting for me that makes me feel this way.
My knuckles touch him, I think on his side and I lift my hand to stroke his skin. His palm lands heavily to stop me. “Only your mouth, Beri. You can only touch me with your mouth. If you don’t follow the rules…”
He sounds breathless and I sense the tremors of his muscles. His beautiful cock must be hard and waiting. But that would be too easy. He always enjoyed the more difficult puzzles and brain teasers. He wouldn’t make finding chocolate on his—oh god—so naked body easy. My cheek brushes his cock as I angle my body to draw my lips over his hips and down to his foot. Then I start back up. No chocolate.
I repeat my search on his other leg. Score. A patch of deliciousness on the inside of his knee. One. I discover the second smear low on his side at his waist. Two. Ignoring his chest, I draw long licks down his arms until I discover a thick streak of chocolate. Three.
We’re both breathing hard. I nuzzle his neck. Aha, number four right under his ear. Dragging my pursed lips to the base of his neck, he hums then rumbles, “Just one more, baby.”
I’ve a good idea where that fifth spot will be and I don’t waste time finding his nipple. One of his erogenous zones, he loved for me to linger there. I hope that hasn’t changed and suck the last bit of chocolate into my mouth.
He groans. “Congratulations, baby. You’ve won the game. Kiss me.”
Cupping my cheeks, he guides me to his lips for a deep, lingering kiss. He slips his hands to the back of my head and loosens the blindfold. Inching back from my searching mouth, he says, “Keep your eyes closed for a moment to adjust. Even this candle light can be too bright after the blindfold.”
When I blink open my eyes, he’s watching me cautiously. I won’t keep him in suspense. “That was fun. Can we play chocolate hide and seek with you as the seeker someday?”
“Ah, Beryl. That would be my pleasure.”
“Good. So, I won. What’s my prize?”
He reaches to the bedside stand for one of the mugs he brought from his store and hands it to me. “You can pour this wherever you want.”
Holding his gaze, I remove the lid and lift the mug as if to take a drink of the smooth, still warm chocolate.
“Beryl. Baby. That’s not what I meant.” There’s a new note in his voice, not a pleasant one. Disappointment maybe.
I lower the mug and hold it in both hands, tapping the rim with my fingers. “I know, Toots. And I know what we both want. How about we scooch to the edge of the bed?”
Renewing my acquaintance with his cock will be easier this first time if I kneel between his spread thighs. He tosses a pillow on the floor then holds his breath as I settle there. Without speaking, I hold his hard cock loosely in one hand and dribble the chocolate over the tip and down his length. He gasps and jerks as the warm, smooth stickiness covers him.
“Baby,” he groans.
“Thank you for my reward.” I lick him from base almost to the tip until most of the chocolate is gone. Only then do I softly suck the head between my lips. Once I’ve devoured the last bits of sweetness, I use my hand and my mouth to stroke and suck and lave. I take him as deep as I can and begin to hum, feeling how he twitches and expands against my throat and tongue.
His hips flex in response to the bobbing of my head and the upward strokes of my hands. He fists my hair and tugs until I look up into his face as he feeds me his cock. His expression is dazed. “Beri, I’m gonna…”
“Yes, you are,” I mumble around his moving cock. I squeeze my lips tighter and use two fingers to stroke the skin behind his tight balls. He jerks once then freezes, his expression a rictus of pleasure-pain. With a deep groan, his cock pulses and fills my mouth with the sweet saltiness I’ve missed and longed for.
When he stills and releases my hair, I place a soft kiss just above the thatch of his pubic hair and rise. This time I’ll provide the warm cloth and caress him clean.
After that? Well, the night is still young.