Dark Getaway

Wishing on a Card

We had barely made it through the door, after returning from dinner when I had pressed myself to Corin, leaning into him as I kissed him.

"Be careful you little minx, I would like to eat this before I'm forced to drop it."  Taking my arm and looping it through his offered elbow he lead me to the balcony, where only hours earlier I had quite literally left him speechless and placed the dessert onto a table.  "We won't be needing plates," he cut in, before I could remove myself from his grasp, "But I thought...."  Moving, he stood behind me and whispered, "Yes, I do very much want to eat it, but not from a plate."  I could feel his breath in my hair, the tendrils that had escaped the confinement of my chignon, tickled my cheek.  Soft, sensual lips sucked at my neck as graceful fingers deftly undid the buttons followed by the zip of my dress.  The breeze, still warm from today's humid temperature did nothing but heighten the state of arousal I was in.

 

Seductively swaying and twisting my hips, I danced for him.  The alcohol making me more confident with every flick and twist I made, as I removed my dress.  As if sensing I was coming close to removing everything, he took up my hand again, and led me to an area of decking, laid out with soft throws and huge floor cushions.  I lay down waiting for Corin to return.  When he did he knelt down beside me, not saying a word.  Curious to see what he was doing, I pushed myself up onto my elbows.

 

Carefully, taking the pieces he had broken off, starting at the bottom of my leg, he began placing pieces up my body, my thighs, my navel, the valley between my breasts.  At this point I was forced to lay flat.  "Lay very still, Darling, I wouldn't want to waste any of this."  A wry smile appeared on his lips as he hovered overhead, before disappearing from view.  My senses were on overload as I laid there.  I could smell the saltiness from the sea as it lapped against the shore, not far away, at any other time I would have found the crickets song rather frustrating, keeping me from a slumber that would keep taunting me but now...here with Corin, I saw, heard and even smelt everything differently.  I shrieked in shock as something cold and wet landed on my ankle and continued upwards, landing in similar spots to where the cake now rested.  The deep, glorious chuckle I heard, told me he was amused at my reaction.  Corin appeared at my shoulders holding a pot of cream and it all became apparent, "I do like an accompaniment to my desserts."  

 

Just as quickly he disappeared again leaving me in suspense until I felt the softest touches to my calf followed by the scrape of teeth, nipping at my ankle.  His warm, moist tongue came next as it licked and sucked at the cream.  His tortuous path continued up higher and higher.  Flailing arms desperately trying to find something to latch onto as my pulse started to race.

 

By the time he had nibbled and caressed up to my breasts, my breathing had increased tenfold, I had to calm myself before I passed out and missed all the fun.  One hand blindly groped at the surrounding cushions, knuckles almost turning white, the other grasping at my own hair, needing to taste, touch Corin.

 

"Good things come for good girls who wait."  I felt well and truly reprimanded as his head lifted from the peaks of my breasts that were now covered in a mixture of now sticky chocolate and thick cream, I nearly came there and then at the sight of him licking the remnants from his lips as he spoke.

 

I had waited long enough, tugging at the strands of silky, chestnut hair, that tickled my stomach, lifting his head I pulled him to meet my desperate lips.  The slight hint of wine on his breath was overpowered by the sweetness of dessert, my own tongue traced his lips before plunging into his already open, hungry mouth.