Forbidden desires

Chapter 46

Aiyana stood at the entry way waiting for Chris to open the door. From outside Aiyana could tell that he had lit up the restaurant with candles. The furniture had yet not arrived and so the floor was empty, except for the blanket Chris had laid for the two of them.

When, the twin doors opened and revealed Chris, Aiyana nearly combusted into a spontaneous orgasm. He was dressed exactly like he had described. Bathed under the sweet moonlight his skin glistened with sweat. His muscles moved sensually along the music that he had played.

His features looked softer in the dark. His eyes held uncontained lust in them. The brown pupils almost a shade of black as his jaw displayed a prominent twitch. His hair fell carelessly on his forehead making him look younger than he was. The soft bead of sweat tenderly caressing his cheek as it dripped lower, moving slowly against his neck, down his chest to finally pool at the waist of his jeans. She could almost taste the rough planes of his skin coated with sweat at the tip of her tongue.

But what aroused Aiyana more was the smell. The smell of musk and pure man. It was spicy and heady. It made her skin come to life.

She had planned on changing into heels and the lingerie but after looking at the site in front of her eyes she decided against it. For what she was watching right now was pure unadulterated sin. The most hedonistic of all the carnal pleasures that existed.

Her fingers immediately laced in his hair as she pulled his lips against her own. Their kiss rough, lacking the slow movements they had the last time they engaged in sex. No, today it was different. It was more rushed.

Their lips were out of sync, greedily consuming each other. His teeth biting down on her lower lip, pulling it inside. Letting the metallic coat of blood run along the tip of his tongue.

At some point they walked inside the dining area where the blankets lay, her clothes had been discarded on the way. He stood there for just a minute, watching her body bathe in the soft candle light. The deep red fire licking her from a distance, dancing with mirth from the taste it received. Drawing out the shadows between her breasts and hiding the wet core between her legs, almost as if trying to seductively preserve her modesty. Yet the flames were her lover, mischievously touching her in between.

"All silk and cream,

How I long to taste and touch,

The moon watches us."

Chris recited the haiku, unable to help himself from describing the pure beauty of the goddess that stood. Painfully drawing out his lust. He was almost too afraid to touch her, fearing that he might ruin the portrait that god himself painted for pleasure and yet helpless.

With fascination he watched her feet curl into the rose petals he had laid down on the floor for her. The deep red almost matching the tresses of her hair. It was a seduction that he had formulated and yet now he was the one lured into her game.

He thought to himself that someday he would bathe her body in roses, before he drew pleasure out of her.

"Where is my Nutella?"

Aiyana pouted.

Walking back to the single table that stood proudly at the entrance he carried the jar and handed it over.

Aiyana pushed him against the glass pane, her hand holding him against the wall. His body a stark contrast of the view of the forest behind. He felt the cool wall against the heat of his skin as he watched Aiyana dip her thumb into the liquid. With the brown chocolate now masking her thumb she traced his lower lip, spreading it. Smudging a line of chocolate along his jaw, his chin and finally his Adams apple. Watching Chris gulp, the little ball bob up and down along his throat. He knew this game from before. She would like him into insanity again.

She started all over. Her hands resting on his biceps, the deep cuts sending a renewed shiver of arousal between her lips. Her tongue darted out, the tip gliding effortlessly over the line of chocolate.

As soon as she reached the base of his neck she stopped. Her teeth sunk in before she sucked. It stung a little. But, he knew what she wanted. She wanted to claim him.

And right on cue, there it was the dark mark laced on his neck like a tattoo. Her own brand of sexual arousal. Her eyes did not more from the spot for a whole minute. Chris could not have thought her eyes could dilate any further but boy was he wrong. The arousal that he watched now was beyond words. His little angel was possessive.

Before, she could have gone any further he switched positions. He took of his belt and strapped her wrists together. Holding her hands above her head he began where she had stopped.

The chocolate began to find its way to the side of her breasts, moving underneath before it dared to trace the nipples. Aiyana had begun to struggle, writhing before he could even touch her.

The lines became longer, painting her hips, her flat belly and teasing their way to the edge of her sex. This time he took a large swipe, masking her sex completely. Letting the warm liquid mingle with her wet juices and drip down her thighs.

"Hold still, my princess. I am not done yet. If you move I will stop."

Aiyana watched Chris drop down on his knees, his fingers now coating her instep, going up to the back of her leg and between her legs before he got up again. He stepped back to watch the chocolate coated deity. The sight making him painfully hard.

The warm air had begun to caress her skin before she could feel his lips. They kissed her along the lines he drew. His tongue slowly cleaning her skin, ridding her of the chocolate.

Aiyana had pressed her legs together trying to relieve the pressure he was creating, unable to move her hands that were held against the transparent wall by him. Not that she would have struggled.

"My beautiful Aiyana."

Chris whispered as tongue glided over her nipple, twirling in circles. The movement itself pushed her off the edge. She trashed her head to the side and screamed into an orgasm.

"I call that a number one baby. Let's get at least two more before I let you have me."

Chris smirked cockily.

"You cocky bastard!" Aiyana moaned.

Turning her around he pushed her breasts against the cold glass and started to lick his way along the back of her legs. She could almost see herself through his eyes, watching his eyes watch the muscles of her endless long legs. Feel the sweet chocolate and sweat coat his tongue.

She was wanton, naked and helpless. But most of she was his. He raised his form just a little letting his chest rest against her legs, his forehead on her ass, warm air passing from his parted lips. It was a strong contrast to the cold against her breasts.

Pushing her ass behind she urged him to move ahead. To take pleasure from her in any way he desired.

That's when she felt it. The impulsive invasion of his finger inside her. He gave no warning as another joined and circled inside her. Touching her in just the right spot, unwilling to smudge the chocolate that ahead. Rebuilding the orgasm that echoed in her belly mere moments ago.

His teeth sank into the skin of her cheek, biting deep. Feeling her hips move, he added another finger inside.

He let Aiyana bend over, his fingers still deep inside, letting her watch the reflection of their bodies. And that was it.

Seeing Chris between her legs, his fingers moving inside her as he cups himself, gently letting the hand move along his hard length was it. It pushed her off the edge into an embarrassingly quick orgasm.

But, Chris was in no mood to stop.

His tongue licked the seams of her sex, his hands holding her thighs apart, running up and down her thighs. He unbuttoned his jeans.

The sound of metal giving away hung in the air. The sounds heightening her arousal further still. The sight of his golden mass between her legs, his tongue around her sex and his fingers stroking himself.