Little Death by Chocolate

"Oh, my god," he said, and his breaths came fast when I massaged the ganache onto his balls. I sucked one, then the other, ever so gently into my mouth, moaning as the dessert melted on my tongue.

Finally I turned my full attention to the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the tip as I stroked the shaft. Pre-cum oozed from the cock head, and I detected a hint of sweetness in it. I took Nathaniel deeper in my mouth, and he rested a hand on the back of my head, gently guiding me to the rhythm he liked. I wanted to take in as much of that cock as I could, so I relaxed my muscles and let the tip strike the back of my throat. When I felt the urge to gag, I drew back and sucked the head again.

He grew rigid, then grabbed fistfuls of my hair to hold me still while he thrust deeper into my mouth. "Oh fuck, just like that," he hissed. "Fuck, I'm gonna come!" He bucked his hips one more time before shooting a load of hot salty cum into my mouth. I swallowed fast so none of it would seep from my lips, which were wrapped in a tight seal around his cock. He grunted low in his throat, and even after he finished coming, I still sucked, not wasting a drop.

When I finally sat up, I licked my lips and gave him a wicked grin. "Now that," I said, "was my favorite dessert of the evening."

Nathaniel pulled me to him, my breasts mashed against his chest as he kissed me. "You are so fucking sexy," he whispered, still breathing hard.

We stayed like that for several minutes until I told him, "This floor is killing my back," and then he laughed and helped me to my feet. We looked down at the kitchen floor. "What a mess," I said.

"I'll come in early tomorrow and clean it all up." Nathaniel glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's late. Let's get dressed, and I'll walk you home."

A short while later, we left the café and stepped out onto the deserted sidewalk. He took my hand, and we walked in easy silence to my apartment building. "This is me," I said.

"I'll walk you up," he insisted, and when I gave him a puzzled look, he simply repeated, "It's late."

So we climbed the steps to the landing, and I reached into my purse for my keys, suddenly shy. I found myself, once again in the same night, at that awkward stage of a date. But was this even a date? I didn't know what to call it.

The light illuminating the landing flickered and hummed. I made myself meet Nathaniel's gaze and smile. "I had a great time."

He gently eased me against my closed apartment door and kissed my neck. Together we smelled of sugar and sex. "I had the best fuck of my life," he whispered against my skin, and I moaned. "I hope you'll become a regular at my shop."

"Absolutely." I gave him one last kiss, this one gentle and sweet. "Good night, Nathaniel."

He wished me good night and lingered in the landing until I was safely in my apartment with the door locked. Once I was by myself, I cupped a hand over my mouth and stifled a shriek. I was like a schoolgirl coming home from a wonderful first date.

I showered and went to bed with my hair wet. In the morning, I glided around my apartment, feeling light with the memories of last night. Once I finished getting ready for work, I grabbed my purse and opened the apartment door.

Waiting for me was a chocolate torte with a note attached to its box: "I'll be by your place tonight. Save a piece for me."