Warm chocolate on the body and a slow kiss

The chocolate was warm—not hot, but just the right temperature to make you tingle with bliss when it touches your skin. I poured a thin stream of chocolate over her stomach, then slowly started to stroke it with my tongue. She held her breath, her stomach muscles tensing with every touch. The sweet taste, the salty scent of his skin, and the warmth of my lips made a wonderful combination. He held my head against his chest, his fingers curling around my neck. It was a game where there were no rules—just pure, delicious, and unbridled passion.