A Lick of Chocolate

By Scarlett Knight

February was the month that Kay allowed herself to eat a few more sweets than normal. She considered it “National Chocolate Month.” While others designated Thanksgiving and Christmas as their splurge time, February made much more sense to her. After all, it was the month of Valentine’s Day, and everywhere she turned there was more of that damned delicious chocolate staring her in the face.

Today, she got home from work a little sooner than Daniel, so she she’d started whipping up a little batch of double chocolate brownies. But while she baked, she wore nothing but stilettos and a pink frilly apron that only covered the front of her waist. The end of her long dark hair, pulled into a high ponytail, lightly caressed her back as the apron’s lacy tie tickled her bare ass.

She heard the familiar honk of Daniel’s car horn as he locked it via the remote on his key-chain. Grinning as she stirred the batter, she listened to him do his usual after-work routine: enter the house, place his keys on the counter in the living room, and sit down with a grunt on the leather couch to take off his shoes.

She lifted the spoon from the glass mixing bowl and let the silky brown batter drip off of it before she took a bite. When she was growing up, she always used to lick the brownie bowl after her mother finished putting the batter into the pan. She’d run her fingers through the chocolaty goodness, pop them into her mouth, and then lick every last ounce of the sweet treat off the spoon.

It had been one of the highlights of her young life. Now that she was grown, however, she discovered even more fun ways to play with chocolate.

“Sweetie?” Kay called into the living room, careful to stay out of sight.

“Yeah?” he replied as the sound of the evening news clicked on. “What’s up?”

Oh, no. He wasn’t going to disappear into TV Land just yet. She took the spoon and dabbed a swirl of chocolate onto each of her bare breasts. The cool softness of the batter, coupled with the eagerness to seduce her oblivious husband, made her taut nipples tingle.

“Could you come here for a second?” she asked. “I need you to reach something for me.”

The leather couch squeaked as he stood. Kay put the spoon into the bowl and placed her hand on the counter. She tapped her red fingernails in anticipation.

When he turned into the kitchen, the normal exhaustion from work evaporated from his face and quickly turned into an expression of amusement. His sandy five o-clock shadow gave him that slightly rugged look she so adored. He’d already taken off his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Kay waited, holding herself back.

“Well, well,” he said, the side of his mouth turned up in a mischievous grin. “Looks like you spilled a little there.”

He reached for her right breast and cupped it in his hand. Lifting it, he leaned down and licked up the batter. His tongue made warm circles around her nipple, and she had to fight not to take his head in her hands and guide him where she wanted him to go. Resisting the urge to succumb to the tingling pleasure was all part of the fun they had. She would only give in when the fire burned so hot that she couldn’t help herself.

Daniel moved to her other breast and sensually licked it clean, and Kay closed her eyes. He backed her against the counter, and she felt his breath hot on her neck as he kissed her there. Then he moved to her ear, her lips. He tasted of chocolate, his light beard scraping against her face as his sweet tongue probed into her mouth. When he lifted her apron and felt of her cunt, he found it wet and ready. Gently he inserted a finger, and that was officially the tipping point.

Her fiery passion ignited, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his firm chest. Letting out a moan, she ignored the pressure of the countertop against her backside and focused on the feeling of his long tapered finger wiggling inside of her.

The quick zip sound signaled the moment she’d been waiting for. She opened her eyes and looked down as Daniel took his fully erect cock in his hand teased her clit with its tip. Then without warning, he slid it into her.

It didn’t take either of them long. He usually started off slow, but this time he launched into hard, quick thrusts immediately. She wrapped her left leg around his waist, and he held onto her back. Pinning her into place, he bucked his hips as she tweaked his nipples.

Her pussy twitched, tightening with the rush of a delicious orgasm. She breathed in deeply and let it out in a moan of pleasure as Daniel slowed to a tantalizing speed, his seed spilling out of him and into her.

She ran her fingers through his short hair, moist with perspiration, and purred, “Thanks. I couldn’t have reached that by myself.”

“You’re welcome.” He grinned. “I always did love February. The month of sweets and sex.”

She kissed him on the nose. “Those brownies are going to be good, I think.”

“They should be.” He playfully kissed her nose in return. “They tasted great on you.”