Make Me Wet Sex
She stood in the kitchen wearing only his shirt, the hem barely covering the curve of her ass. He walked in from work and stopped, eyes dropping to the jar of chocolate spread on the counter.
“Kids are at grandma’s,” she said, voice low. “I want you to make me wet.”
He crossed the room in two steps. His hands slid under the shirt, palms rough against her bare skin. He lifted the fabric over her head and tossed it aside. She was already breathing faster.
He opened the jar, scooped a generous amount onto two fingers, and painted a slow line from her collarbone down between her breasts. The chocolate was warm. It slid over her nipple and dripped lower. He followed the trail with his mouth, licking and sucking until every trace was gone. When he reached her nipple he closed his lips around it and pulled hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
She moaned and reached for his belt. He let her open his pants and pull out his cock. She coated her palm with chocolate and stroked him in long, firm pulls until he was fully hard and glistening. Then she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. Chocolate and saliva mixed as she sucked him deep, tongue working the underside while her hand pumped the base.
He pulled her up before he came, spun her around, and bent her over the kitchen table. He spread her legs with his knee and dragged two chocolate-covered fingers through her folds. She was already slick, but he pushed the chocolate inside her anyway, working it into her pussy with slow thrusts of his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled.
He knelt behind her, spread her ass, and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue licked the chocolate from her pussy lips, then pushed inside her, fucking her with it while his fingers rubbed her clit in tight circles. She rocked back against his mouth, thighs shaking as he sucked and licked until she was soaking his chin.
When she was panting and begging he stood, lined up, and drove his cock into her in one hard thrust. She cried out, gripping the edge of the table. He fucked her deep and steady, each stroke making wet sounds as her soaked pussy took him. Chocolate smeared across her ass where his hips slapped against her.
He reached around and rubbed her clit while he pounded her. She came hard, pussy clenching around his cock, juices running down her thighs. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through the orgasm until she was shaking and whimpering.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and pushed back inside. Now he could watch her face while he fucked her. Her tits bounced with every thrust. He leaned down and kissed her, tongues sliding, sharing the taste of chocolate and her arousal.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. He fucked her faster, the table creaking under them. When he was close he buried himself to the hilt and came, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She felt every spurt, her pussy milking him as she came again around his cock.
They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies sticky with chocolate and sweat. Later they moved to the bedroom, where he fed her strawberries dipped in the remaining chocolate while his fingers played between her legs, keeping her wet and ready for round two.
