| Subject: Chapter 8: Just Desserts (NC-17) |
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Date Posted: 07:10:25 12/07/01 Fri
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's message, "Welcome everyone :-D and a repost of "It's Absurd"" on 18:05:34 12/01/01 Sat
Nikita’s body was beautiful, with its cream-colored complexion and fair, soft skin. This vision, combined with the sight of her white cotton panties dipping, slowly into a dark pool of chocolate, sent pleasurable shivers up and down Michael’s spine.
Nikita settled at the other end of the spacious, old-fashioned, claw-foot bathtub, facing Michael. The chocolate bath felt delicious, smooth and thick, brushing like hot, liquid silk against her skin. Her legs, thighs, and belly tingled pleasantly.
"Ooh. I’m taking my baths like this from now on," she sighed blissfully.
"Don’t be too hasty," Michael grinned. "It’s not that easy to come by three cases of chocolate sauce.
Nikita’s face took on a mildly puzzled, thoughtful look. "How did…?"
"I arrange all this?" Michael finished. He blinked owlishly. "I owe… favors… to Birkoff and Walter."
"You’re not the only one," Nikita giggled. She reached one hand down into the rich, deep chocolate bath, intending to seek out Michael’s candy-coated shell. Her questing fingers came into contact with… briefs?
"You sneak!" Nikita slapped Michael across the chest playfully, leaving a warm splash of chocolate across his muscular torso.
Michael smiled. "You can have your dessert, now, Nikita… But you’ll have to wait until I dish out my… dessert.
Nikita’s lips formed a comical pout, then her expression changed and she said slyly, "Well, I suppose it’s not a bad thing. If I get my treat before my trick…"
"Mmmnn. Speaking of treats…" Michael reached out, grabbing one of the cans of whipping cream. He shook the can and then sprayed Nikita’s breasts with delicious layers of coolness. He dipped two almonds in chocolate, one for each breast, and placed them like candy nipples on top of Nikita’s heaped piles of whipping cream.
He dipped a strawberry in chocolate and whipped cream and then painted the outside of Nikita’s lips with the confection.
Nikita licked her lips and greedily took the strawberry, and the fingers holding it, into her mouth. As she sucked Michael’s fingers, he moaned softly.
In response to her provocative actions, Michael bent forward and licked his hot tongue over her cream-covered breasts.
Nikita cried out, wrapping her submerged legs around Michael’s chocolate-dipped waist, pulling him closer. She held his head between her hands, stroking his soft, curly hair, and dripping chocolate onto his cheeks, chin, and neck, in the process.
Michael continued to lick circles and lines around her breasts, crunching the two almond nipples between his teeth before greedily seeking out their real counterparts.
Nikita moaned as Michael took a bottle of raspberry syrup and poured it over her breasts and stomach. He lifted a second bottle, peach-flavored this time, to her lips and squirted a fine, sweet spray of syrup into her mouth. Nikita rolled the syrup over her tongue. She sampled it like wine and then she offered her lips to Michael.
Michael devoured her mouth, savoring her peach-flavored tongue. He broke off his deep kiss to sample her raspberry breasts. He definitely preferred her real, almond-flavored nipples to his candy creations, and teased her breasts into awareness with his tongue and warm, chocolate-dipped fingers.
Nikita leaned back against the end of the tub. She sighed and closed her eyes, completely relaxed.
After a moment, she opened them again. Her sapphire orbs were drawn irresistibly to Michael’s amused, but intensely passionate, jade-colored ones. They took turns feeding each other chocolate wafers, M&M’s, and cinnamon hearts, taking small sips of Hazelnut Cream coffee in between to clear their palates.
Michael pressed his advantage, placing a shower of kisses along the delicate line of Nikita’s throat.
Alternately, he kissed and licked the hollows of her neck. Then he bent down, nipping and grazing her breasts with his teeth. Nikita greeted his efforts with soft, appreciative moans.
Michael could sense the pleasure building in Nikita’s trembling form. She closed her eyes again and slid lower into the tub. He wasn’t ready to release her so easily this time. He broke off his attack and pushed himself back towards the other end of the bathtub, waiting for her reaction.
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