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“No no no,” I said. “Yes, I’ve
thought about it, but I’m not good enough, Asher. I do like to write, but
I don’t know what I would write. How would I do it? There’s a lot
to it, you know? It’s not just writing, but editing and then do I send
letters to an agent, or directly to publishing houses? Do I want a big
publisher or a smaller one, or do I self-publish, or…”

Asher thrust into me. My lower lips kissed
around the shaft of his cock like a lost lover. He was so close, yet had
seemed so far away—if only for a moment—and now he was back again.
Home. With me. Inside me, where I never wanted him to leave.
He pressed deep into me, slow and relaxed. I savored it, biting my lower
lip. Asher tried to kiss me, to distract me, but I whimpered and refused
him, never stopped biting my lip. He kissed me anyways, on my nose and my
eyelids, my forehead and my cheeks. He kissed me until he was all the way
inside me, settled deep and fully, and then he stopped and watched me.

“Will you go out?” I asked. “Just
once. Out and in. Slow. I answered your question.
Please?”

“Yes,” he said.

Out. What was out? I didn’t even know, but
it was wonderful. Asher pulled out of me with a slowness I didn’t think
any other man could possibly possess. So very very slow, the shaft of his
cock dragging against my inner walls, teasing and tantalizing me in wonderful
ways. The head of his cock flared as he flexed it, pounding inside my
pussy like a steady heartbeat. I felt every minuscule piece of his sexual
flesh inching out of me.

Then back in. I quivered beneath him, resisting
against my natural inclination to grind my hips up and against him.
Instead, I squirmed. I squirmed because it felt nice and fun, and I
squirmed because Asher enjoyed watching it. I loved the idea of him
finding me sexier from something as small and inconsequential as that.

“Very good,” he said when he was fully back
inside of me. It wasn’t nearly enough, but I felt satisfied for the
moment.

“Are you going to ask me another question?”
I asked.

“Yes,” he said, but then he kissed me.
I kissed him back, relishing the touch of his lips, reveling in the feeling of
fullness brought about by his cock.

And then someone knocked on the door.

“I’ll be right back,” Asher said.

“No no no no,” I begged. “Don’t,
don’t.”

But he did. He left me as easily as that,
leaving me laying on the bed, naked and bound. Asher stepped over to the
bathroom and grabbed a bathrobe from a hook hanging on the wall, then draped it
over his nude form. He tied the cloth belt loose around his waist and
fixed himself so that his erection wasn’t too obvious.

“It’s just room service,” he said.
“I’ll only be a moment.”

I wanted to scream at him, and possibly yell at the
man at the door to go away and leave us alone, but I was still naked in the bed
and if I made too much of a fuss I thought the room service man might get
nervous and poke his head in a little too far and see me. I didn’t want
him to see me, I wanted Asher to see me. And Asher didn’t want to see me,
he wanted to answer the door for whatever room service he’d ordered.

I listened from the bedroom, but I couldn’t hear
much. Some exchange of words, a hasty thank you, and then the door closed
and Asher wheeled in a cart of some sort. On top of the cart was a
platter, and on the platter was an assortment of fruits, with a fondue bowl in
a wire holder in the center, and a lit tealight candle beneath the bowl.
Asher pushed the cart to the side of the bed, untied his robe and shrugged it
off, then hopped back between my legs.

“In,” I said. “Please?”

As if this were nothing, not even batting an eye,
Asher positioned his hard erection towards my slick folds and pushed inside of
me. Not slow this time, but steady, moving back where he belonged.

“Mmmmhh,” I uttered.

“Tell me if this is too hot,” Asher
said.

He tested it first, dipping his finger into the melted
chocolate in the fondue bowl, then, satisfied, dragged his fingertip from
between my breasts to my chin to my lips. I licked the chocolate from his
finger, sucking and teasing at it, trying to tempt him to stop these games and
ravish me.

“It tastes good,” I said. “Not
too hot, but a little. I can feel it, but it cools down quickly.”

Asher nodded. Going back for more, he swirled
his finger into the liquid chocolate, then picked it up and plopped it onto my
nipple. With long, gentle strokes from his tongue, he lapped up his
chocolate treat. I arched my back. The flash of heat on my nipple,
then the subsequent twirl of his tongue cleaning it up sent spasms through my
body. To make it worse, Asher angled his lower body in such a way that he
could grind against my pelvis and torment my clit at the same time.

Then, more. Picking up the fondue bowl, he
lifted it above my chest and dribbled it onto my breasts. Hotter coming
straight from the source, the molten chocolate dripped onto my body and flowed
across my sensuous curves. It formed a river between my breasts.
Part of it snaked its way towards my neck, forming a pool at the bottom of my
throat. The rest of the chocolate drifted down my stomach towards the
center of my body. Myriad little streams of gooey delight cascaded along
the side of my body, while most of the remainder settled into my belly
button. A very small amount continued on, stretching across the hood of
my clit, to my labia, to the base of Asher’s cock.

Wherever the chocolate touched, it felt like the
warmth of a kiss across my body, but without the pressure of lips behind
it. Tiny, swift kisses, moving, liquid, over my soft skin, tempting
me. Asher replaced the fondue bowl onto its stand. He pulled out of
me, then thrust back in. Out and in again, then out and in once
more. I felt it, intensified, and wanted him to continue, to smear
chocolate all over my body and kiss me and make love to me.

He only thrust into me three times, though.

“Asher,” I screamed. “My
God! I’m going to die if you don’t stop doing this!”

He stared at me, blinking, and laughed.
“You’re going to die if I don’t give in and bring you to climax?” he
asked.

When he said it like that, it sounded dumb, but yes,
yes, I was. And I told him that. “Yes. I think so.”

“Fine,” he said. Leaning in close, he
gave me a peck on the lips, then gazed into my eyes. “It’s time,
right?” he asked.

For a baby, he meant. It wasn’t like we ever
stopped having sex, but today and these few upcoming days fit my monthly
schedule for becoming pregnant. Asher said he didn’t want to plan it out
and have sex because of a
requirement
, but I didn’t expect him to tease
me to the point of wanting him to make love to me multiple times over,
either. I kind of liked the latter idea, though. If—was this the
beginning? The thought churned in my mind, We made love this
morning before we left, and then he’d teased me all the while on our tour of
the petrified forest nearby. It was his suggestion to come back to the
room for a light snack, too. We had a hike planned for later, but after
that the rest of our day was free.

That must be it, I decided. He wanted to torment
me into desiring him so badly that I gave in to him and allowed him to make
love to me so much that we couldn’t help but plant a seed for the future.
Not that he needed to do the tormenting, nor did my desire really ever wane,
but Asher had a horribly twisted idea of fun in these regards.

He licked my nose, snapping me out of my daydream.

“Ew!” I said, laughing. I squirmed,
entirely meaning to. “Yes,” I added. “It’s
time.”

“One more question, then,” he said.
“Will you think about it? If you want, you can write in my office
and when I have free time we can go to lunch together. Or do book
reviews, if you’d like. I’ll help you find a paper for a column.
I’ll do anything you need me to. I just want you to be happy. I
don’t want you to do it as a job, I want you to do it because you love
it. I want to help you find your passion, because you’ve helped me find
mine. I feel so alive now, Jessika, so much more than I ever was.
I…”

I stared lovingly into his eyes at his
admission. Asher was never guarded with me, but sometimes I knew he
didn’t know what to say or how to say it. I understood because I felt the
same way at times. The two of us, together, was something that neither of
us would ever fully be able to understand. We would try, though.

“Will you marry me?” he blurted out.

I laughed. “Asher, you already asked me
that before we left for this trip. I said yes.”

“I know.” He grinned. “I
wanted to ask again.”

“I will,” I said; he looked at me for a
moment, confused. “I’d like to write, I mean. I think… I
think that would be nice, you know? I did some writing in college and I
enjoyed it, but it always seemed like a long shot, you know? Like, maybe
doing book reviews would be better, and I know you can’t make much money from
that, but…”

As I talked to him, opened myself more to him, he
slipped his cock out of me and then back in. Slow and steady, smooth,
nodding to me and urging me on. Not just three thrusts this time, but
more. I knew he wouldn’t stop again.

“I…” I bit my lip, split between
focusing on our bodies coming together and telling him my true feelings.
“Reading seems safer, and book reviews are kind of like writing and reading
together~oh!”

Asher picked up the pace. He reached beneath me
and grabbed my butt, lifting me in the air slightly. When he thrust into
me, he brushed inside of me at a new angle, distracting me even further.

“I love you,” I said. “I love
you, Asher. I’m just, I’m scared. What if I’m not good
enough? I don’t know how to do it.”

“I’ll be here,” he said. “You can
only do your best, but I’ll be here to help you if you need it. I’ll
always be here for you, Jessika.”

No more talk now. Everything we needed to say we
said. It helped that Asher had teased me so much that I really couldn’t
take too much more of his temptation. I wasn’t about to die like I’d
said, but I was swiftly coming towards climax.

Asher thrust into me and I strained against my bindings.
The silk rope around my ankles dug into my skin, soft and determined. My
thighs and calves flexed and my knees found a spot by his waist to press in and
pull him closer to me. Asher pressed tight against me, chest to chest, the
chocolate mess mixing with our love and sweat and smelling amazing. He
kissed me hard, not holding back any longer. I tried to pull my hands
away from the rope around my wrists, to hold him tight, but they didn’t budge.

I squirmed—oh, I squirmed! For Asher, for
me. He pounded into me, hard, close, rough. I convulsed around his
cock, my orgasm a constant, heady pulse thrashing through my body. He was
fast, faster now, but I could still feel every part of him in me, every flex
and pull. He kissed me and devoured the chocolate from the curve of my
neck.

“Inside me,” I said.
“Please. I need you so much.”

I twisted and writhed. Asher went over the
edge. He forced himself deep inside of me before he came, and I felt the
warmth and thickness of his fertile seed rushing into me. We were one,
together. We were going to be married, we were going to have
children. I would be there for Asher, always, and he would be there for
me. I loved him so very much, and the pleasure soaring through me, sending
me high up and making me feel delirious and dizzy, was only a small part of
that.

He stayed inside of me even after he finished.
It felt like so much more this time, like he’d tapped into a previously
reserved portion of his male potency and let it all out just for me, just for
this. The bed was probably a mess underneath us, covered in chocolate and
his cream and my arousal, but I doubted either of us cared.

“We should take a shower,” I said, giggling
and grinning at him.

“What are you laughing about?” he
asked. He laughed, too.

“You can’t keep me tied up in the shower,” I
said, “and I’m thinking of what I want to do with you there.”

“Are you?” he asked, coy, lifting one brow.

I nodded.

“Let’s untie you then,” he said.
“I want to see how creative you can be. It’s good practice for
writing, isn’t it?”

“Mmh,” I muttered. “Yes.
Maybe.”

I smiled at him, watching him with the utmost
affection, while he untied the rope around my wrists. As he did it, he
never once moved so as to remove his manhood from inside of me.

“I love you,” I said, kissing his cheek as
he worked at one of the knots.

“I love you, too,” he said. He paused
for a moment to kiss me. “I don’t know if we’re going to make it
into the shower.”

I could feel him coming back to life inside me.
“That’s alright,” I said.

*

About the Author

Cerys has charted on numerous best sellers and hot new
release lists internationally with multiple books.

She lives in the Greater Boston area in a small town
in New Hampshire. She spends her days writing, reading, learning, and working.
And maybe sometimes she flirts with the mailman. Some of her most favorite
activities involve understanding and learning about emotions and relationships.

She adores pondering sexuality and sensualness. Most
of her writing delves into this in some way, exploring reactions and
relationships between different people. While she enjoys writing erotica and
erotic romance, her goal is to also keep a certain literary appeal to the
writing instead of something purely pornographic. Every story she writes has a
delightful plot along with the more devious and delicious scenes we all want to
read.

She prefers romance settings, with the occasional
monster or fairytale. Her secret kinks include reluctance, interesting
paranormal creatures, romance(even with monsters), and fun. She loves writing
about all of these things, though very strongly acknowledges that fantasies are
fiction and nothing more.

If you have any questions about this story, or requests for
a future addition, feel free to email them to [email protected] . I
can’t promise a response to every single one, nor can I say that requests will
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