Erotic Story: Chocolate sauce

As soon as the restaurant is finally empty, I walk into the kitchen. Michael looks at me with a beaming smile. In no time, he takes me to the rack cabinet. Behind one of the racks, he takes my hand and makes me do a spin. His eyes roam over me, leaving a trail of intense desire and my breathing quickens. Michael leans against one of the racks. There’s a container of cucumbers on the shelf next to him, and he takes one out. ‘Want a bite?’ He cuts off one end of the cucumber and points it in my direction. ‘I thought that I was meant to come and taste your eggplant.’ Michael laughs hard. ‘Shall I just start with the cucumber?’ I look at him slightly confused. He licks the end of the cucumber hard and then steps closer to me. ‘Can you hold it with your teeth?’ He angles the cucumber towards my mouth and I bite it obediently. Then he runs his hands through my hair and starts to unbutton my dress. He takes the cucumber from my mouth, steps back and examines me as he takes a bite. My eyes are so fixed on him that I can almost taste the cucumber. ‘Are you sure you don’t want a bite?’ Again, he holds out the cucumber. I watch him tensely and see how he carefully slides the bitten part over my breasts. It feels cold and wet and as soon as he reaches my nipples, a charged moan escapes from the back of my throat. His eyes dart to mine, and the cucumber slides further down. Over my stomach, my lower abs, along my clit and finally finding my heat. The most sensitive spot that’s screaming for his attention. 

The wet cucumber piece slides though my wet folds and just when it almost reaches my opening, he pulls back and takes another big bite. He brings his mouth to my ear and whispers that I don’t know what I’m missing. I can’t hold it anymore, my hands reach for his waist and I press my body closer to him. And then it happens. His lips find mine, my mouth opens carefully, and our tongues dance like they have some catching up to do. The cucumber clatters to the floor, his hands run through my hair and our kiss seems to become ever more intense. The smacking slowly turns into panting and civilization quickly flies out the hatchet of the open kitchen. ‘Sssh,’ he smiles, out of breath. ‘We should be quiet.’ I don’t know if I can,’ I admit. He loosens his apron, throws it somewhere in the corner and starts with the buttons of his chef’s jacket. I want to get him out of that uniform. Tension burns between my legs. As soon as the jacket hits the floor, I swallow hard. His pants are hanging somewhere on his hips and I can’t help myself from running my fingertips along his abdomen, and stare at him like a child in a candy bar. Through the thin piece of fabric of his pants I can see the outline of his boner. I bite my bottom lip and laugh with a mischievous look in my eyes. ‘Didn’t you once say that chocolate goes well with anything?’ My eyes shoot through the kitchen, confused. There’s a tray with warm chocolate sauce behind him. He carefully takes the lid off and dips his finger in it. ‘Hmmm’, he moans softly as he licks his finger. ‘Show me then.’ He pours a splash of the sauce over his chest and the droplets roll down quickly. Without a second thought, I lick them up, as fast as I can. A few drops are too fast for me and stay stuck somewhere along the edge of his pants. The goddess in me takes over, I lower down on my knees and unbutton his pants. As his pants fall to the floor, I look up and catch his gaze. ‘More?’ he asks as he dangles the bowl above his chest. I nod approvingly. 

This time I wait till the drops have almost reached the edge of his boxers, but I don’t let them touch the fabric. Instead I curl my fingers around the edge and pull his boxers down slowly. With care, I lick away the drops that are sliding down. And just when I want to ask for a new splash of the sauce, he lifts me up. ‘Your turn.’ He lifts me onto the counter, pushes my legs apart and squeezes his body in between. His boner stands proudly, pretty hard to ignore. He dips his thumb into the chocolate sauce and caresses my lips. There’s no time to open my mouth, because he lets his thumb wander down my neck and chooses my right nipple. A trace of chocolate remains and the smell of the sauce  enters my nose. I want more. Much more. Controlled, he starts to circle his thumb over my nipple, spreading the sauce. It feels warm and tingles my sensitive skin. My heartbeat has settled in my throat, not intending to take it slow. Again his thumb dips the sauce and then finds its way across my body. Tingling shoots across my stomach, towards my desire again. He looks down and I realize that he has a vulnerable view of me. Open and exposed, of everything. Out of nowhere, he presses his thumb against my aroused clit. ‘Fuck,’ I pant uncontrollably. 

The grin on his face tells me that he doesn’t mind at all. ‘Shall I clean you up too? Nice and tidy, right?’ I nod and if it’s up to me, he can’t start soon enough. He presses his warm tongue firmly and flatly against my hard nipple. He sucks playfully and licks like it’s his favorite ice cream. My nipples sting, they are going crazy with desire. Without noticing, I start to moan and throw my head back. Shit, it feels so good to be touched. It doesn’t matter where, anywhere. He resumes his way excruciatingly slowly, running his tongue along the remaining trail of chocolate sauce. As soon as he reaches my clit, he stops. I look down, he looks up and we seem caught up in a non-verbal conversation. ‘Honey?’ he asks suddenly and he shoots some honey from the squeeze bottle onto my stomach. ‘Did you know that honey and chocolate also go well together?’ he mumbles against my skin as he makes it his mission to lick it away. ‘I told you chocolate goes with everything,’ I pant. Michael laughs and sits up. ‘Turn around.’ I stand up carefully, I let my open dress fall down my arms and throw it somewhere in the corner. I give him another longing look and then turn around. He places his hands on my hips and helps me find the right position. As soon as I’ve found it, he pushes my upper body over the workbench. The iron feels cold against my stomach and nipples and I scream briefly with shock. Not knowing what to expect, I thought he would spread the honey over my back. It’s not like it’s easy to massage with it, but that he would squirt it between my buttocks hadn’t crossed my mind. 

He buries his fingers into the skin of my buttocks and carefully pulls them apart slightly. Then I feel his tongue again, warm and firm. He licks every centimeter of my skin that’s covered in honey. He keeps sinking down further, along my opening, through my heat. My hands beg for something to hold on to, but there’s nothing to be found. ‘Hmm… honey tastes good too.’ Between my legs, I feel drops of chocolate sauce falling on the floor and honey finding its own way. I sigh excitedly. He lets go of my ass, gets out a condom from his bag and rolls it on. ‘If I’m too much for you, just say so.’ Even before I can answer, he has buried his hand into my hair and pulls it very hard. My cheek mercilessly against the ice-cold material of the workbench… and then he thrusts into me. He manages to get his free hand forward exactly along my legs and lets his fingertips put pressure on my clit. I moan, much too loudly, but I can’t help it. At this point, I don’t care who can hear us, as long as Michael enjoys me thoroughly.