Page 89 of Billionaire Romance

“I wouldn’t mind going to dinner,” I smirk, “but there’s perfectly good food here, and I would hate for that to go to waste.”

We never did recreate that night with chocolate. We kept meaning to, and then we always found ourselves falling into bed without making it to the chocolate. This is an opportunity. I spread my hands across his chest and start undoing buttons.

Eric laughs. “I did have an entire plan in place before I brought you home to ravish you.”

“Any problem with ravishing me now?”

He grins. “Absolutely not.”

He helps me strip him down, and he’s naked before I am. I reach over and dip my finger in the chocolate sauce and spread it across one of his nipples before slowly licking it off. He groans. “Definitely, definitely don’t have a problem with this.”

I laugh, flicking my eyes up to his. “You know, after dinner last year, you taught me how to treat your cock and you called it a lollipop.”

His eyes are dark with arousal. “I remember.”

“We’ve never actually done the whole lollipop thing.”

“Sally,” Eric grips my arms, “are you asking me to cover my cock in chocolate so that—”

“So that I can suck it off and make you come? Yes, that is exactly what I’m asking.”

A slow, sultry smile grows on his face. “Your wish is my command.”

I take the time to strip out of my dress while he does what I ask, leaving on my underwear, one of the sets that he loves. When he turns and sees me on my knees in purple lace, the look on his face turns from amusement to pure hunger. And then he’s there, and I’m catching dripping chocolate on my tongue.

“Mmm.” I make the sound as I grab him and lick his shaft, cleaning the chocolate from his skin diligently and thoroughly. I’ve learned a lot in the last year, and I don’t need any guidance anymore on how to give him pleasure. But this is a step above.

The sugar rush from the chocolate and the feel of his hands in my hair whilst I plunge down onto his shaft makes me wet. I’ve always loved doing this, ever since the first time when he took control and told me exactly what he wanted. In fact, he doesn’t let me do it as much as I offer.

I move down, releasing his cock for a moment to tease his balls and take care of the left over chocolate that’s dripped there. I suck one and then the other, soft and hard, rotating the pressure in the way I know drives him absolutely crazy.

“Sally,” he says, but no more, because I take him straight to the back of my throat and his words are lost in a groan.

I hum, letting him feel the vibration and everything about him is taut, ready, it won’t take long for me to make him come.

“Sally,” he says again, guiding my mouth away from him. “Not yet.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Why not?”

Grabbing the bowl of chocolate from the table and kneeling down to meet me, he dips his finger in it and traces it over my breasts. “Because I want to be in you tonight. Really in you.”

I grasp his meaning. We’ve recently spoken about going without condoms, and this feels like a good time to make that change. “Yes,” I breathe.

He gets rid of my bra and then I’m lying on the floor, watching him drizzle chocolate over my skin. His mouth soon follows, licking away the sweetness, making me moan because just like he promised me almost exactly a year ago, my new fiancé has superb tongue skills.

He takes my nipples one by one and teases them until I’m arching off the floor. It’s a sign that he’s willing to take his time, and I love it because I know that I’m in for a world of pleasure tonight, and hate it because that also means that he has no problem drawing out that pleasure until I beg.

My panties are gone now, and the warm, sticky feeling of chocolate spreads down across my skin, and Eric’s mouth seals over my clit, licking away the sweetness and taking me higher, closer to the edge.

“I didn’t think that you could taste better,” Eric says roughly. “But baby you and chocolate are one damn good mixture.”

“Mmm,” is the only response I have.

Eric’s mouth is between my legs until I’m squirming on the floor and there is certainly no chocolate left to be found.

He stretches up to kiss me, and I let him. He knows that I like it when I can taste myself, that it makes me wet and aching and wanting him. And then I gasp because he thrusts into my pussy in one brutal stroke, and it’s so familiar and so different without a condom.

Our eyes are open, looking at each other, and I run my hands through his hair, distracted by the sight of my new, beautiful, perfect ring.

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