Right now, we were going to cover each other in chocolate and lick it off. That was sexy as hell.
Probably messy as hell, too. Oh well. Maybe that would just lead to shower sex.
I grinned to myself. Nathan had turned me into a sex-fiend, just like him, and I had no regrets.
"Follow me," I said, leading him to my bedroom. I thanked god I'd recently washed the sheets and made the bed. I wasn't a slob, but Nathan's apartment was much more put together than mine usually was. I was glad I wasn't going to embarrass myself in front of him.
By the time we'd reached my bed, Nathan had tossed off his shirt and was unbuckling his belt. A bulge was already rising in his tight jeans.
My mouth watered at the thought of what was hidden inside.
Another naughty thought came to me. I'd been thinking about something for a while. Maybe this was my chance.
"Take off your jeans," I told Nathan.
He quirked an eyebrow, surprised at my domineering tone, but did as I asked. He was left in his boxers and nothing else.
"Those, too," I said. "Then sit on the edge of the bed."
A low, simmering heat fired up behind his eyes as he got an inkling of my intentions. He lowered his boxers, letting his stiff length spring out. I bit my lip. I'd forgotten how big he was. Damn. This was going to be a challenge.
But I was up for it.
I knelt in front of Nathan once he'd taken his place on the bed. I placed myself between his spread knees, widening them so I could get as close as possible.
I stared down at him, taking in the length and the breadth. He was even bigger up close.
Nathan cupped my jaw in his hand and lifted my chin.
"You sure?" he asked, his voice already rough with desire. "You don't have to."
"I want to."
"Fuck, gorgeous," he breathed. "I've been wanting to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock for ages."
I flushed, both at the familiar endearment, and at his words.
I took him in one hand and gave an experimental stroke up and down. He hissed quietly. I rubbed my thumb against the weeping tip and he made a muffled sound. I lowered my head and breathed warm air over him. He inhaled sharply.
Then I took the bottle of chocolate sauce and drizzled it over one side of his cock.
"Shit," he half-yelped, half-laughed. "That's cold."
Holding him gently, I ran my tongue up in a line from root to tip, licking the sauce from his skin. He shuddered, hands fisting in the blankets at his side. I drizzled the sauce down the other side. I sucked and licked, savoring the firmness of him, the heat of him, until there was no trace of chocolate left.
Then I opened my lips and took him in my mouth, sucking him down as far as I could go.
"Fuck!" he cursed.
I pulled back and swirled at the head with my lips and tongue, and was rewarded with another low hiss. I dipped back down, taking him in again. I felt his thigh muscles tense up with the effort it took to keep his hips from thrusting up.
But that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to take him deeper. I wanted to consume him whole. I wanted him to forget everything and lose control. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he'd given me.
I worked at him, pulling delicious sounds from his mouth, just as delicious as the cock I was devouring. I gripped him at the base and sucked at the tip, using the circle of my lips to drive him crazy.
Before too long, I felt his cock pulsing and throbbing, and I knew he was close.
Nathan rested a hand on the back of my head, urging me off him.
