Completely Yours
His mouth closed around one, hot and wet, his tongue swirling in slow, sinful circles.
I gripped the edge of the desk until my knuckles turned white, fighting the urge to moan out loud. The wet heat of his mouth, the gentle suction, the risk of it all, it was overwhelming.
Then I heard the quiet crinkle of foil.
He had pulled a small piece of chocolate from his bag. He unwrapped it silently and rubbed the melting square over my sensitive nipple.
The cool sweetness mixed with the warmth of his breath as he licked it off, slow and savoring, like I was the real treat.