Candle Wax (Erotica)

The random words given to me were: Candle wax, reading, cool whip, drama, starters, cleaning, sausage, butternut, and parsnip.

She was so frustrating.

I busied myself at the kitchen counter. Our guests would be arriving in an hour, and due to the fucking drama today we were nowhere near ready. So while she had her head in a book and her attitude up her ass, pretending to be reading when in reality she was just avoiding being near me, I was chopping veggies.

I pushed the butternut and parsnip to one side and began snipping the sausage. The stock pot was bubbling away ready and, thankfully, my grandma's winter soup recipe only took about 30 minutes to make.

I grabbed the cool whip and spread it over the chocolate mousse we had made together last night. I smiled at the memories. How could things be so different today?

She was stirring the melted chocolate over the stove when I came down from my shower. I wore a towel wrapped around my waist and still had droplets of water on my chest. I moved towards her and pressed myself against her soft, warm body. The smell of the chocolate drifted in the air and I inhaled, getting the sweet aroma of the chocolate mingled with the soft musky smell of Lucy.

“You really should have put some clothes on you know,” She said, not turning around, still gently stirring the thick, glossy liquid.

“Why’s that?” I asked, lifting her hair and kissing her neck softly.

“Well, for starters...” She began as she leaned back into me, “It’s dangerous.”

She turned off the heat under the pan and turned towards me; she held up the spoon and let the hot liquid chocolate run off it. I jumped in surprise as it came into contact with the skin on my chest.

“That’s fucking hot!” I yelled as she leaned in and lapped at it with her tongue. My complaint turned into a low guttural groan, the towel shifting as my erection grew. She continued to lick slowly, cleaning every last drop from my skin, revealing a pink mark where the heat had scorched my skin. I didn’t care, though. I fucking loved her, and she could do anything she wanted as long as I got to fuck her at the end of it.

“You liked that?” She looked up at me, her dark eyes glancing up through those incredible eyelashes.

“Yes,” I whispered lowering my face to hers and taking her mouth with mine. “You taste of chocolate.”

“So do you.” She replied as she responded eagerly to my kiss.

She pressed herself into me and removed the towel, tossing it to the side. Her hand moved downwards until she reached her goal. She wrapped her fingers around my cock as she smeared more of the searing hot chocolate over my abdomen. I took a sharp breath in and panted through the pain as she lowered herself to her knees and pressed her face against me. She kissed and licked until both she and I were covered. I wrapped her hair around my hands and guided her head firmly so that my cock was millimeters from her delectable mouth. I held her there briefly as she darted her tongue out and tried to take me in her mouth.

“Perhaps when you have finished sucking me dry, I will get my own back.” I told her.

“That’s fine, I like chocolate.” She replied with a wry smile.

“I never mentioned the chocolate, now did I,” I teased her with the now moist tip against her lips as she opened her mouth, desperate to please me. “I was thinking of returning the favour with candle wax.” I grinned and gave her no chance to reply as I tightened my grip on her hair and thrust myself into the back of her throat.

I shuddered as I remembered how I felt in her mouth. I turned slowly and saw her there in the doorway.

“I wanted to apologise.” She said as she walked towards me slowly, her hands behind her back.

I smiled as she reached me. She held her hand out to me slowly.

“A candle,” I took it from her with a grin, “Apology accepted.”