fingers in the chocolate and I eagerly kissed it all off. When his lips got jealous, he smoothed some chocolate on my bottom lip and sucked it off. Then his tongue was in my mouth again.
He pulled away with a devious smile and pulled open my robe. He dipped his fingers into the chocolate again and swathed some onto each of my nipples. He swiped everything off of the kitchen table and made me sit on it. He spread my legs, pulled up a chair and sat between my legs. He greedily took a chocolate covered nipple into his mouth and at the same time, slid a finger inside of me while his thumb flicked over my mound. I didn't think I could orgasm anymore without literally dying, but by the time all of the chocolate was gone, I came three more times.
This time I was very sure of my death if I even attempted another climax. I insisted on switching places with Rhys. Without any teasing or chocolate, I took him into my mouth without any mercy.
He grabbed a handful of my hair as he groaned my name, and I increased my rhythm, making sure to take him all the way. I held back my gags and didn't let up until screaming out expletives, Rhys released himself in my mouth.
Booyah!
"What did Phil say when you told him we weren't coming in?" I asked Rhys later that afternoon. After our first morning romp, he had called both of us out of work. I know Phil had asked questions because Rhys kept saying things like "yes, both of us" and "yes, really" and "don't worry about it" and "yes, I'm serious."
"He was being nosey, trying to find out what we were up to, but I'm sure he's figured it out."
"You told him we had the bird flu."
"Yeah," he grinned.
I shook my head at his stupid audacity.
The day was almost over, and I was feeling a little cranky about it. After dinner, Rhys was going to go home so he could feed his cat, shower and take care of whatever it is he had to take care of at his own place. The most perfect day I've ever had was going to come to a screeching halt and reality was going to resume. I considered tying him to my bed so that he could never leave, but there were laws of some sort against such behavior. Besides, who would feed his cat?
Rhys's inevitable departure didn't bother me even half as much as the unknown. Just because he admitted his love for me didn't mean that he was going to stop seeing other people and commit to me. I wasn't naïve enough to believe that, and I was well aware that despite the magic of the day, it only further complicated matters.
"Why are you so quiet?" He asked me after a long stretch of silence. We were watching television, but I wasn't even really watching it. It was a comedy and I didn't laugh once.
"I'm just tired," I lied.
"You're such a liar," he said, turning the television off.
"I'm not lying. I'm really tired. I do have the bird flu, you know."
"I thought we were being honest with each other today."
"I'm honest every day."
"Yeah, accept when you're not."
"Don't you have to go feed your cat?" I asked.
"Now you're trying to get rid of me? I feel so used."
"You were used, and you really liked it."
"I did," he smiled briefly. "Now speak."
"Woof."
"Not funny."
"Would you rather I play dead?"
"No, but if you keep this up, I'm going to make you roll over."
"And then what?"
"Do you want to find out?" He asked, his voice low and seductive.
"No. As I mentioned, I'm tired." I tried to look indifferent.
Rhys sighed and looked a little exasperated.
"Maybe I can go feed Joe and grab some clothes and come back."
"Your cat is named Joe?" I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. Don't make fun of my cat and don't change the topic."
"I didn't change the topic. Hey, I think dinner is here," I got up and opened the door before the delivery guy could ring the bell. I paid him with my own money before Rhys could pull out his wallet.
"That was sneaky," he said.
"What? The pizza guy? Darn those clandestine pizza deliveries!" I shook my fist.
"Don't be funny."
"I have to be funny
He pulled away with a devious smile and pulled open my robe. He dipped his fingers into the chocolate again and swathed some onto each of my nipples. He swiped everything off of the kitchen table and made me sit on it. He spread my legs, pulled up a chair and sat between my legs. He greedily took a chocolate covered nipple into his mouth and at the same time, slid a finger inside of me while his thumb flicked over my mound. I didn't think I could orgasm anymore without literally dying, but by the time all of the chocolate was gone, I came three more times.
This time I was very sure of my death if I even attempted another climax. I insisted on switching places with Rhys. Without any teasing or chocolate, I took him into my mouth without any mercy.
He grabbed a handful of my hair as he groaned my name, and I increased my rhythm, making sure to take him all the way. I held back my gags and didn't let up until screaming out expletives, Rhys released himself in my mouth.
Booyah!
"What did Phil say when you told him we weren't coming in?" I asked Rhys later that afternoon. After our first morning romp, he had called both of us out of work. I know Phil had asked questions because Rhys kept saying things like "yes, both of us" and "yes, really" and "don't worry about it" and "yes, I'm serious."
"He was being nosey, trying to find out what we were up to, but I'm sure he's figured it out."
"You told him we had the bird flu."
"Yeah," he grinned.
I shook my head at his stupid audacity.
The day was almost over, and I was feeling a little cranky about it. After dinner, Rhys was going to go home so he could feed his cat, shower and take care of whatever it is he had to take care of at his own place. The most perfect day I've ever had was going to come to a screeching halt and reality was going to resume. I considered tying him to my bed so that he could never leave, but there were laws of some sort against such behavior. Besides, who would feed his cat?
Rhys's inevitable departure didn't bother me even half as much as the unknown. Just because he admitted his love for me didn't mean that he was going to stop seeing other people and commit to me. I wasn't naïve enough to believe that, and I was well aware that despite the magic of the day, it only further complicated matters.
"Why are you so quiet?" He asked me after a long stretch of silence. We were watching television, but I wasn't even really watching it. It was a comedy and I didn't laugh once.
"I'm just tired," I lied.
"You're such a liar," he said, turning the television off.
"I'm not lying. I'm really tired. I do have the bird flu, you know."
"I thought we were being honest with each other today."
"I'm honest every day."
"Yeah, accept when you're not."
"Don't you have to go feed your cat?" I asked.
"Now you're trying to get rid of me? I feel so used."
"You were used, and you really liked it."
"I did," he smiled briefly. "Now speak."
"Woof."
"Not funny."
"Would you rather I play dead?"
"No, but if you keep this up, I'm going to make you roll over."
"And then what?"
"Do you want to find out?" He asked, his voice low and seductive.
"No. As I mentioned, I'm tired." I tried to look indifferent.
Rhys sighed and looked a little exasperated.
"Maybe I can go feed Joe and grab some clothes and come back."
"Your cat is named Joe?" I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. Don't make fun of my cat and don't change the topic."
"I didn't change the topic. Hey, I think dinner is here," I got up and opened the door before the delivery guy could ring the bell. I paid him with my own money before Rhys could pull out his wallet.
"That was sneaky," he said.
"What? The pizza guy? Darn those clandestine pizza deliveries!" I shook my fist.
"Don't be funny."
"I have to be funny
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