Divine Intervention: One Shots

Date Night

A/N: My Valentine's gift to you all 💗

He was standing in the kitchen in his boxer briefs with his hair pulled into a messy bun on top of his head. He turned and smiled at me. I cocked an eyebrow at him and said, “I thought it was date night?” 

“It is.” He winked at me. “I laid your outfit on the bed. Go change and join me in the living room.” This ought to be interesting I thought to myself, heading to the bedroom.

Laying on the bed was a matching bra and panty set in royal blue satin and lace and a hair tie. I giggled. What on earth did he have in mind? I pulled my hair up into a high messy bun, changed into my ‘outfit’, and headed into the living room.

He had set out a picnic blanket on the floor and a fondue set. There was a pot of cheese and a pot of oil, a tray of veggies and bread, and a tray of thinly sliced steak. I had never had fondue before. He patted the spot next to him on the blanket and handed me a long fork and a plate. We made casual conversation and he showed me the best dipping techniques and how long to cook the meat. Overall, it was very good. I still didn’t know why we were in our underwear, but I figured I would find out. He got up and cleared the dinner stuff out of the way. I asked if I could help, but I was politely refused. 

From the kitchen he brought out a tray containing strawberries, a can of whipped cream, and some paint brushes. Next he came back with a bowl of melted chocolate and set it on in the warmer. There was mischief in his eyes as he pulled a pillow off of the couch and asked me to lay down in his lowest register.

I did as he asked. He picked up a strawberry and swirled it in the chocolate and held it to my mouth. I met his eyes and took a bite. He finished it and put the top to the side. He picked up a fine paint brush and dipped it in the chocolate and painted a circle around my belly button. He painted stars on my collar bones and a heart between my breasts. He then slowly and meticulously cleaned every stroke of chocolate off of my skin with his tongue. He painted my lips next and attacked them with his own. Not one to be left out, I switched places with him. I filled the hollows of his collar bones and throat with the sweet substance and took my time cleaning it out. I covered both nipples and took my time there eliciting the most beautiful moans from him.

Growing impatient he sat up and claimed my mouth. His hands reached around and deftly removed my bra. He picked up the can of whipped cream and replaced my bra with the contents. Making short work of the clean up, he turned me into a moaning mess with his mouth and hands.

Date night was turning out to be quite a bit of fun. Regaining control of my senses, I pushed him to his back and pulled off his boxer briefs. Picking up a slightly bigger paint brush, I coated his fully erect member in chocolate and carefully topped it with whipped cream. He watched me with eyes full of wonder. “I knew this was a good idea.”, he uttered as I devoured him inch by inch. Before long he was moaning loudly and trying not to hold my head in place. Pulling back off of him, I met his eyes with a wicked grin. He took that opportunity to push me back, pulled off my panties and drove head long into me. In just a few thrusts he had me screaming his name and fell breathlessly over me.

After a few minutes he collected himself and took the remainder of dessert to the kitchen. “I’ll meet you in the shower in 5 minutes for round two," he called over his shoulder. I made my way to the bedroom. I didn’t have to be told twice.