An Evening at Home Sex

The house was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator. She closed the front door behind her husband, slid the deadbolt, and turned with a slow smile. “Kids are gone for the weekend. We have the whole place to ourselves.”

He set down the grocery bag and pulled out a jar of chocolate spread and a carton of strawberries. “I was thinking we could stay in.”

She took the jar, twisted the lid open, and dipped two fingers inside. Thick, glossy chocolate clung to her skin. She lifted her fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean, tongue swirling between each digit until every trace was gone.

“Bedroom,” she whispered.

They left a trail of clothes on the hallway floor. By the time they reached the bed she was naked, nipples already tight. He pushed her onto the sheets and straddled her hips, jar in one hand. Warm chocolate poured in a slow line down the center of her chest, over the swell of each breast, and pooled in her navel. She gasped at the heat.

He leaned down and licked. Long, flat strokes cleaned the chocolate from her skin, then his tongue circled each nipple, sucking until she arched. When the chocolate was gone he kept sucking, teeth grazing lightly, making her whimper.

She reached for the jar, coated her palm, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. The chocolate made everything slick. She stroked him slowly, base to tip, watching the dark sheen coat every inch. Then she slid down the bed and took him into her mouth. Chocolate and precum mixed on her tongue. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, while her hand worked what her mouth couldn’t reach.

He groaned and pulled her up, flipping their positions. She straddled his face. He spread her open with both hands and dragged his tongue through her folds, tasting her arousal mixed with the faint sweetness still on his lips. She rocked against his mouth while he licked and sucked her clit, two fingers sliding inside her and curling.

When she was dripping and shaking he pulled her down onto his cock. She sank onto him in one smooth motion, chocolate-slick and tight. They moved together hard and fast, the headboard knocking the wall. Every thrust pushed her forward so her tits brushed his chocolate-stained chest. She leaned down and kissed him, tongues sliding, sharing the taste.

He rolled them again, hooking her knees over his elbows and driving deeper. The new angle made her cry out. He fucked her through two orgasms before he buried himself to the hilt and came, pulsing hot and thick inside her. She felt every spurt, clenching around him until he collapsed on top of her, both of them sticky with chocolate and sweat.

Later they lay tangled in the ruined sheets, feeding each other strawberries dipped in what was left of the chocolate. Between bites they kissed, slow and lazy, already planning how they would spend the rest of the weekend.