My kiss this time around is from an oldie, but a goodie - Drizzle Me in Chocolate. I always did like this story and who doesn't enjoy food play? Merry Christmas and enjoy the Blissmas Kiss!
Drizzle Me in Chocolate by Wendi Zwaduk
From the Smut for Chocoholics Anthology
Absolute Erotica
Contemporary
Novel
Smut for Chocoholics is all about indulgence, taking wicked delight in
the erotic consumption and use of chocolate, with tales from some of erotica’s
finest authors.. Whatever your relationship with the seductive cocoa, there’s
something nestling between the covers for you.
Smut for Chocoholics contains tales from Violet
Fields, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Kay
Jaybee, Jacqueline Brocker, Tenille Brown, Wendi Zwaduk, Katey Red, Jenny Lyn,
Tilly Hunter, Nicole Gestalt and Cass Peterson.
Chocolate
might not last forever, but love does.
Elysa agreed to model chocolate, but she never
imagined she’d be faced with her past. Simon Dumont playboy, millionaire and
her one weakness. Can she get through the shoot with her pride intact, or is he
worth losing her heart all over again?
Simon knew damn well who he wanted for those
pictures. Only one woman could embody the sensuality needed to sell his exotic
chocolates and chocolate inspired sex toys. Elysa Green. He’s not about to be
denied a second time. Can the Casanova of Chocolates prove he’s the one man to
make her happy or will their smouldering passion consume them before love
strikes a second time?
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And now for a hot excerpt!
Simon stood and whisked her off the chaise lounge.
She’d walked out of his life before and without much explanation. Part of him
wanted her to rebuke him, but the rest of him craved her. Elysa Green affected
him much like the chocolate—one taste wasn’t enough.
“Finish the shoot, then we can play.” He placed the
square of chocolate on her tongue. “We’ve got all night.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned again.
She chewed in deliberate motions, licking her lips. Her cheeks infused with a
beautiful shade of pink.
“Don’t know if I can wait that long.”
“You will.” He wrapped one arm around her. “Remember
our games?”
“How could I forget?” Her blush deepened.
“The other half of the shoot involves the games we
played and showcasing the more decadent, sexual side of my chocolate business.
I’m just watching—you’re modelling the items.” He rubbed his cock
between her thighs, reminding her how much he wanted her. “All of them.”
Elysa opened her mouth, but instead of saying anything
she rose up on her toes and kissed him. The connection seared him to the core.
A touch of the chocolate remained on her lips. He curled his other arm around
her waist and smoothed his left hand up to the base of her neck. Elysa moaned
and writhed against his chest. Yes, this was what he missed. She came alive in
his embrace and pushed him to want more from her. He threaded his fingers into
her hair and tugged, breaking the kiss and exposing her neck to his appraisal.
“Whatever you want from me, I’m yours,” she murmured.
Her skirt shifted high on her hips, exposing her ass and the tiny thong she
wore.
“Fuck.” Simon walked her backwards to the chaise and
eased her onto the butter soft leather surface. Her hair fanned out around her
face like a caramel wave and she puckered her kiss swollen lips. He didn’t
bother to move the skirt, but rather shifted the panties aside. Her scent,
flowery perfume and musk drifted up to him. His mouth watered.
“Take me, Simon.”
She opened her legs and dragged two fingers down her pussy lips. Her
juices glittered in the harsh lighting.
He shouldn’t want her. Shouldn’t fuck her in the
middle of a photo shoot, but holy shit. He’d been refused for too long.
Behind him a door opened and closed. “I somehow
figured I’d find you in this position.”
Simon knew that voice. Paolo. Elysa’s eyes widened and
she pushed her clothes back into place. Simon glanced over his shoulder, then
scooted in front of her to hide what was left of her modesty. “Paolo.”
“Thanks for coming on a short notice. We were waiting
on you.” The one photographer Simon trusted to created the perfect images of
Elysa nude and drizzled in chocolate—Paolo. The other
photographer might have worked, but he wanted the guaranteed best.
“And in heat.” Paolo dropped his shoulder bag onto the
desk. “And Simon, you know I’ve done it all. Nothing shocks me, honey, I’ve
seen it all. Now who is getting naked and what naughty chocolates are we
photographing for the catalogue?”
@Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2013
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