Page 19 of Love Bites

That made him laugh out loud.

“I may have taken a few dance lessons over the years,” he countered.

Then, just as I was feeling in control, he pulled me close, so close. Too damn close. So close that his broad chest brushed mine, for a mere second, before he spun me around like a top. Once more out and around and back, the erotic moves of the dance swirling in to meld with the rich smells of caramel and his cologne. He moved with grace for such a big man. His steps were small and precise, his lead gentle yet strong. I fell into the dance quickly, letting him take command as we did a fine mamba-slash-conga mashup that ended only when the cassette player over the dishwasher fell into silence.

We were both panting when we stopped, his fingers cradling mine as his other hand rested on my hip. His fingers bit softly into my flesh as we moved closer, an inch or two, just enough to press close.

“You’re very smooth to lead,” he whispered as his head lowered. “I would very much like to kiss you, Haider.”

I felt the emergence of a hundred soft, white moths in my stomach. “I would very much like you to kiss me, Phillip,” I replied breathlessly before his lips found mine.

AS SOON ASour mouths fused I knew this man was unlike any other.

I’d had inklings, of course, during our fractious relationship. The email replies filled with poop emojis had been the first sign Haider Gray was not your typical chocolatier. He had zest. Haider seemed to be the very essence of exuberance. Joie de vivre, as Capucine would term it. I’d seen traces of it flair to life. Short bursts of the joyfulness he carried in his soul would emerge then, due to his financial straits, that effervescence would be tamped down by the burdens of a faltering shop and the potential loss of a family dream.

I wanted to lift that dark cloak from his overburdened shoulders. I longed to see his blue eyes glow with vivacity as they had on the lake in that ridiculous hippo paddle boat. This was a man who had been crafted by the gods to fill the world with gladsomeness. I wanted to set him free, unshackle him from the encumbrance of money woes. I wanted to see him smile. I wanted to see him create fine candies. I wanted to take him to bed.

The lingering taste of chocolate and salt rested on his lips. I ran my tongue along his lower lip and he let me in. I moaned as he melted into me like butterscotch chips on a low heat.The sounds of the kitchen faded away. No longer did I hear the sounds of an ancient dishwasher chugging along, or the hum of a walk-in. The thumping of my heart as my blood rushed southward was the only sound I heard. For a moment. Then Haider whimpered softly as my tongue curled around his. It was a tender mewl of pleasure that broke me. Without asking I wrapped him in my arms, our mouths fused, and hoisted his lithe body from the floor. He was solid but lean, nimble as a mink as he linked his legs around my waist. His hands dove into my hair as I fumbled out of the backroom into the gift shop. My hip struck numerous tables. The sound of tiny bits of something hitting the floor by the hundreds barely registered.

I had one goal. Placing this man on a flat surface then taking him apart one thrust at a time. He would be magnificent. I could sense the passion that had been chilled by worry now slowly coming to a rapid, seething roil. His tongue rolled over mine, the kiss desperate. Teeth, tongue, lips. His hardness pressed into my stomach as I bounced off the corner of the largest display case with a grunt. That would bruise. Not that I cared. I didn’t give a damn if my entire body was a mottled mass of purple, green, and black on the morrow. I’d take each contusion gladly as long as Haider ended up under me.

“No, up the stairs. Stock room. My god you are so delicious,” Haider panted between kisses. I moved left, pushing through a soft white curtain with the Harmony Chocolates logo imprinted on it. Shelves filled with all manner of candy making necessities appeared on my left. “Right…oh shit I love the feel of your face.”

I stumbled to the right, Haider writhing like an eel in my arms. It made walking, and then climbing stairs, a bit tricky. How we didn’t tumble backwards down those twenty steps was a sure sign of a higher power at work. Haider reached behind us to open the door, his teeth nibbling a hot path along my jawthen somehow he located the light switch. A sconce on the wall illuminated the rundown space.

“Watch…. cats…bed to the left,” he huffed then took my earlobe between his teeth. The tug he gave my ear made me wince slightly but sent a jolt to my cock. “I need you in me.”

“I knew you would be…a bossy bottom,” I managed to say as I zigged around three cats with bushy tails. None of the felines seemed to be impressed with me invading their space. I did manage to get us to the large double bed. Trying to shake Haider off was akin to attempting to free yourself from the grasp of a squid. Not that I had ever been hugged by a cephalopod of this size but I did have a rather robust imagination. “We need to get naked.”

“Mm, yes, naked. I like naked.” With that he let go, sliding down to the floor like a sylph made of pure air and delight. I stood there, like a dullard, prick throbbing with want, and watched him strip off his clothes. His skin was pale white, like the finest heavy cream, with a sprinkling of brown hair on his chest leading to a thicket of dark auburn curls at the base of his cock. And what a lovely cock it was. Lean and with a slight bend, it fit him perfectly. I wet my lips just as he reached for my sweater. He tugged upward, the turtleneck coming off with resistance. Once it was gone he moved closer, his hands splaying over my chest. “Fuck you are a hairy man. I love it.” He then rubbed his cheeks over my chest like one of the upset cats glaring at us from atop the refrigerator. I let him explore as he wished, my hands at my sides, giving him plenty of opportunity to change his mind.

I longed to touch all that soft milky flesh but he was in his glory, it seemed. He flicked one of my nipples with his tongue then the other as his hands worked madly on my belt. When he had that open my fly was next. Then my pants, underwear, and socks. He removed every bit of clothing with no hesitationor remorse on his flushed face. He’d not shaved today and his cheeks were rough with whiskers. Now I wished I had let my razor lay on the counter this morning for I wanted to use my facial hair to chafe the insides of his thighs. Just a bit. Just enough to see them pinkened before I swallowed his leaking prick whole.

“I’m calling the shots,” he informed me around a wet nipple before he fell to his knees. “Oh fucking rainbow sprinkles. You’re uncut.”

“Do you like that?” I asked, watching with rapt interest as he stared at my cock jutting straight from my body. The head was slick with pre-cum as it peeked out from my foreskin.

“I love it more than anything else on the whole planet.” With that rather outrageous announcement he wasted no time in taking me down his throat. My hips twitched. I eased back out of his mouth a little but he was having none of that. He took my ass cheeks in his soft fingers then squeezed hard, pushing me back in until his nose rested in my pubes. My knees felt weak. This man was a marvel. He sucked with vigor, hunger, and unabashed exultation. The man loved to suck dick—that was obvious. He had me on the brink of coming undone in moments. I eased him back, my fingers finally diving into those lush curls, to pull him off with a wetpop. His lips were red and puffy. Begging to be kissed.

“Come up here,” I croaked, my hands leaving his hair as he rose. I covered his mouth with mine, licked deep, and then nudged him back a step or two until the bed bumped the side of our knees. I explored his mouth, my greedy hands now unwilling to stay meekly at my side. I ran my hands over him, touching his ribs then his lower back. He wiggled wantonly until I slid a finger down the crack of his ass. His inhale was sharp when I found his pucker then rubbed it.

“Fuck, oh fuck I need you,” he cried out as he gyrated against me, his cock rubbing over mine. My balls tightened at the contact.

“Lay down,” I managed to say. He leapt onto the bed. The headboard hit the wall. Haider was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen as he lay down on his belly, ass lifted in the air, hard cock and clean balls dangling down between his legs. “Christ, you are stunning.”

“Fuck me, do me now,” he cried out while pulling a pillow closer.

“Where is the lube?” I asked and got hit in the chest with a small pump bottle of strawberry-scented lube. “Ah, very good.”

“Always under the spare pillow,” he replied breathily his body undulating with need. “I get the shots. Are you on something?”

“Are you asking if I’m high?” What a thing to ask at this point in the proceedings.

“No, shit. Sorry, I’m so horny my brain is mash. Are you taking a pill or shot or something for preventing HIV?”

“Yes, yes, of course.” I fumbled with the pump, all my attention on the wanton creature rolling his hips in a slow, sensual rhythm that was making simple things like using a pump bottle difficult.

“Great. No condoms then. I want to feel you shoot deep inside me.”

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