Chocolate sobre la piel

The smell of melted chocolate hit my nostrils the second I closed the studio door behind her. Thick, sweet, with a bitter edge of cocoa. Anna was leaning over the prop table, slightly bent, and her ass, hugged tight by that thin dress, looked so fucking edible that my mouth went instantly dry. She turned her head, caught my gaze, and smiled slowly, defiantly.

"You're extra hungry today, Mark?" she asked in a low voice, dragging a finger along the rim of the bowl of liquid chocolate.

"And you know I'm always hungry when you're around," I answered, stepping closer. My palms were already reaching for her waist.

She didn't pull away. In fact, she arched slightly as my fingers slid over her hips. We both knew her husband was out of town on a business trip, and I was just "the neighbor who sometimes helps with photos." But tonight, something new hung in the air. Tension that had been building for months.

"I heard you last night," she said suddenly, without turning around. "Through the wall. You moaned my name when you came. Loud. Really loud."

My hands froze on her waist. She knew. The whole time. I thought the walls were thick enough, but she'd been pressing her ear against them, listening to me jerk off picturing her body.

"And what were you doing while you listened?" I asked hoarsely, pressing up against her from behind. My already rock-hard cock nudged her soft ass through the fabric of her dress.

"What do you think?" She turned in my arms, her eyes gleaming. "Lying in the dark, hand down my panties, rubbing my wet pussy in time with your moans. Came twice. And both times I whispered your name."

Her words hit me straight in the groin. I didn't wait. Grabbed her by the hair, pulled her in, and crushed my mouth against hers. The kiss was greedy, wet, tongues tangling immediately, no softness. She moaned into my mouth as my hands ripped the zipper of her dress down. The fabric slid to the floor, and I saw she had nothing on underneath except thin lace panties.

"Fuck," I breathed out, even though I'd promised myself I wouldn't curse. But she just laughed low and tugged at my shirt.

"Get undressed. I want to see you watching me while you fuck me."

I stripped in seconds. My thick cock stood at full attention, the head already glistening with precum. Anna licked her lips, picked up the bowl of warm chocolate, and slowly ran a finger down my chest, leaving a thick brown streak. Then she leaned in and licked it off with her tongue, slowly, staring straight into my eyes.

"Delicious," she whispered. "But I want to taste you yourself."

She dropped to her knees right in the middle of the studio, among the softboxes and light stands. Her hot mouth wrapped around my cockhead, her tongue swirling around the frenulum. I growled, threading my fingers through her dark hair. She sucked deep, with wet, slurping sounds, drool running down the shaft, mixing with the chocolate she kept adding from the bowl. The scent of cocoa blended with the smell of her arousal—sweet, heavy, maddening.

"Deeper," I rasped, thrusting my hips. "Yeah, just like that... fuck, you're so hot."

She pulled my cock out of her mouth, breathing hard, and stood up. Turned around, braced her hands on the shooting table, and arched her back, spreading her legs.

"Fuck me. Now. I'm already dripping."

I didn't hesitate. Pushed her wet panties aside and slammed into her hot, slick pussy. Anna let out a loud moan, arching deeper. I started moving slowly, deep, savoring every inch of her tight walls. The chocolate was still on my fingers—I dipped them in again and traced it over her nipples, then down her spine, all the way to her ass. She trembled beneath me, pushing back, demanding harder.

"Harder, Mark... fuck me harder. I want to feel you tomorrow."

I sped up, my hips slapping against her firm ass. The sound was loud, wet. She grabbed my hand, dipped my fingers in the chocolate, and guided them to her clit herself while I pounded her from behind. Breathing was ragged, moans getting louder.

Suddenly she spun around, sat on the edge of the table, wrapped her legs around me, and pulled me back inside her. Now we were face to face. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, a mix of saliva and chocolate glistening on her chin.

"Look at me when you come," she whispered. "I want to see your eyes."

I fucked her deep, rhythmic, one hand squeezing her breast, the other gripping her hip. She ground her clit against my pubic bone with every thrust. Her breathing turned ragged, her body tensing.

"I'm gonna... oh god, I'm coming..." she gasped, digging her nails into my back.

Her pussy started pulsing hard, clenching around my cock. That did me in. I pulled out at the last second and came in thick, hot streams across her belly, her tits, even a little on her chin. Anna ran a finger through the cum, mixed it with the chocolate, and slowly licked it off, staring into my eyes.

We were both breathing heavy. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the wide, soft ottoman in the corner of the studio where models usually posed. Lay down next to her. She pressed her whole body against mine, resting her head on my chest. Chocolate, cum, and her juices smeared across our skin, but we didn't give a fuck.

We lay in silence. Only the sound of our heavy, uneven breathing. Her fingers lazily traced circles on my chest. Mine stroked her hair. Not a word. Just breathing. Just warmth. Just us.