Dessert

by Lily Harlem

  “She treated you harshly. It must have been horrible to find out she was having an affair.”

  “Yes, nightmare, but I was glad I did find out. The thought of her continuing the lies and the deceit was more awful than the truth. If a woman doesn’t want me then I would rather know than be made to look a fool.” I shrugged and gazed into the distance. The heartache of losing someone I’d loved would always remain, but somehow, sitting up on Dillon’s Pass with Tida, the gnawing feeling had faded, become a small speck in the distance. It suited me, not to have that heavy baggage. Tida was clearly good for me.

  I stretched my legs out and my arms behind me. “What about you? Any ex-husbands, boyfriends?”

  She giggled. “No husband, no one ever asked. Several boyfriends, though only one serious. We lived together when I first moved to London.” 44

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  “What happened?”

  “He was in the construction industry and was offered a job in Dubai six months ago. I didn’t want to go, he did. It was clear there wasn’t enough between us for compromise. We decided to call it a day.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not.” She reached out and ran her finger down my cheek. Her touch was like a surge of electricity and the heat went straight to my groin. “If we hadn’t split up I wouldn’t be sitting here with you.”

  I sat and reached for her hand. It was so small in mine and I opened her fingers and placed a kiss in the center of her palm.

  She tilted her head, watching my movements carefully. I settled my gaze on her face, thinking how much I wanted to make her flush with sexual excitement again, see her mouth part in that slack, sensation-overload way, and enjoy the dense conker brown her eyes became just after she came.

  Suddenly she pulled her hand away. “Feed me,” she said, low and husky.

  “Otherwise I am not likely to have the energy for enjoying my first night in a tent.” I laughed and reached for the packet meals I’d set out. “Yes, miss.” We feasted on beef stew, hot and tasty despite the crude cooking facilities. Tida chatted about her childhood in Thailand and a secretarial course she’d taken. I told her how I’d built my business from scratch, and how I loved everything about it and was proud to employ so many people.

  When the packets of stew were empty, I rolled them up and stored them in the waste bag I always carried with me. I was fanatical about leaving a campsite completely free of any evidence that I’d been there—well, except for a little ash from the fire, that couldn’t be helped.

  “Would you like some chocolate?” I asked, giving in to my sweet tooth and rooting around in my rucksack.

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  “Mmm, please.” She licked her lips. “But perhaps, if we are to be equal, I should eat it off you.”

  I paused and turned. The setting sun cast shadows on her smiling face, and the -

  flickering flames of the fire created a gold-and-orange glow that caressed her hair. “You want to what…?”

  “Eat it off you,” she said, reaching for the base of my t-shirt. “Lift.” She shuffled onto her knees and tugged at my top.

  I stretched my arms up and allowed her to pull it over my head. The act of giving in to her sudden demand sent a rush of lust straight to my core.

  “I’m going to make you my dessert,” she whispered.

  She ran her gaze over my chest and abs. Instinctively I breathed in, just a little, to define the muscles in my stomach.

  “Again?” I asked, tucking a thick strand of her hair behind her ear. “Wasn’t that what happened last night?”

  Her brows twitched. “Mmm, perhaps. Why, is that a problem?”

  “No problem at all,” I said, quickly locating the chocolate and passing it to her.

  “You should go in the tent,” she said, peeling back the foil wrapper on the chocolate bar. “That way I can do what I want and not worry about anyone seeing.” Her erotic words, I can do what I want, and the suggestive glint in her eye hardened my cock. Fighting a grimace as my shaft jutted up against my underwear and pants, I quickly scooted into the small tent. I’d laid the sleeping bags out, side by side, and they created a soft-ish mattress.

  Tida followed me in on her hands and knees. “And these shorts need to come off too,” she said, roaming her palms up my legs and settling over my cock. She gave a firm squeeze.

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  I sucked in a breath. She was determined and uninhibited. Janice had always let me initiate sex and then hours of foreplay were required. It seemed Tida was different—she knew what she wanted and was going to take it.

  Who am I to complain?

  The button and zipper on my pants were soon undone by Tida, and with a yank and a kick from me they were off. As were my boots and socks.

  “Wait two minutes,” she said, ducking out of the tent again. “I just have to do something.”

  I propped up on my elbows and watched over my dick, which was a center pole in my white Calvins, as she busied herself by the fire. There were a few clunks and the sound of the metal spoon on the pan. Stirring, scraping.

  Just looking at her little figure made my balls tight, creating a pressure that sat low in the ridge between my arse and my testicles and caused me to clench my butt. I considered grabbing my shaft and giving it a few quick yanks to help with the buildup of blood. But I decided against it. If Tida’s performance was anything like last night’s, I needed all the stamina I could harness.

  “Here we go,” she said, maneuvering back into the tent. She carried the small silver saucepan by the handle, the spoon sticking out of it.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “I’ve melted the chocolate.”

  I raised my brows.

  “Oh, don’t panic. It’s not boiling, just warm, body temperature.” She glanced at my boxers. “Why are they still on? That’s hardly fair, is it?”

  “Guess not.” I shoved the boxers down and kicked them out of the way. My dick sprang upward, rod straight, the swollen head the deep mauve it always became when I was really hard.

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  Her gaze flashed as she stared at my cock. She darted out her tongue and licked her lips.

  I clenched my fists at my sides. I’d done many things on camping expeditions, but this topped them all. Tida looking at my cock as if she was about to feast on it was off-the-scale adrenaline inducing.

  “Mmm,” she said, upending my boot and balancing the saucepan on the deep tread rather than the nylon material of the sleeping bag. “Where to start?” She tugged on her bottom lip, filled the spoon with runny chocolate and held her cupped palm beneath it.

  Her gaze roamed for several seconds then settled on my chest. “Just here, I think.” I sucked in a breath as she dripped the melted chocolate over my left nipple. It was warm, as she’d said, warm and tickling and caught stickily in the swirls of black hair that covered my chest.

  A fat drop formed and started a downward trickle. She leaned forward, tongue out, and scooped it onto the tip. Then she placed her lips over my nipple and sucked gently.

  My mouth went suddenly dry and I fought to swallow. Her touch, her caress was going straight to the base of my balls. The way she’d pulled that blob of goo into her mouth, licked her lips and sucked on me was something I’d never forget.

  She repeated the action on my other nipple, her warm little body leaning right over mine as she reached to scoop up the chocolate. The end of her ponytail trailed over the hollow at the base of my neck. My jaw clenched so hard it was a wonder it didn’t snap.

  How the hell was I supposed to just lie here passive as she ate off me? I wanted to ease the pressure in my cock, bury myself hard and fast inside her tight pussy. But I wouldn’t do that, not yet. This moment was magical, off-the-scale sexy. Nothing else existed, just me lying here naked and her licking chocolate from my body.

  She dipped her head to mine and kissed me, shared the milky flavor on her lips and to
ngue. My cock, fierce and hot, jerked. I kissed her back with enthusiasm.

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  I didn’t have time to wonder what she meant, because quickly she refilled the spoon and overflowed my navel with chocolate.

  My belly tensed, my cock twitched. I screwed my eyes shut.

  Fuck, give me it lower, just a little bit lower.

  I was aching with the need for relief but also relishing the teasing way she was spreading the brown liquid around my stomach with her tongue. Lapping and licking, slurping and kissing. There was no way I was going to rush this moment.

  Well, not for another ten seconds, anyway.

  A soft caress on the bloated tip of my cock had me sucking in a breath and pinging my eyes open. She’d filled my slit with chocolate, the trickle over my glans as light as a butterfly.

  “You have a fantastic cock,” she murmured, her breath breezing over my damp stomach. “I thought last night how much I liked it.” She gripped the base of my shaft, her fingertips like silk, her hand hot.

  I couldn’t speak. My whole body ached. Vibrations of need hummed through me as she pouted her lips, dropped them over my chocolatey slit and sucked.

  “Ah, fuck,” I said, jabbing out my hand and curling it over her shoulder. “Be careful.”

  She glanced up at me, her lips smeared with glistening chocolate. “Or else?”

  “Or else I am going to come, you are just so damn sexy.”

  “I know,” she said, setting up a gentle push-pull motion on my shaft. “But isn’t making you come the idea?”

  My hips jerked involuntarily. “Sure, honey, but I kinda planned on getting inside you first.”

  She stilled and her seductive gaze, black with desire and glistening with arousal, caught mine.

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  My mind was full of carnal desperation. I’d had enough of dessert, starter or whatever the hell this was. I wanted the main fucking course.

  I sat up. I didn’t speak, words wouldn’t form, and if they did they would likely be insane. I just grabbed her and shoved her onto her back.

  She gasped and a frown snapped between her brows. “John—I—the chocolate.” I heard myself growl, low and feral. My hands were busy, pulling at her shorts, dragging off her panties.

  “Condom,” she gasped. “Please, condom.”

  A brief sliver of sanity returned, but only long enough for me to reach outside, grab the foil wrapper I’d placed handily in a side pocket of my bag and roll the latex down my dick.

  By the time I’d done that Tida was completely naked and lying spread before me, her glistening pussy the perfect invitation for my hunger.

  Jesus, she is so beautiful.

  Her little body shivered. Was it cold or desire? I didn’t pause to wonder. Whichever it was, I had a cure.

  I dropped over her and instantly she wound her arms and legs around me. Strong and gripping—viselike. Our mouths connected, her upthrust breasts mashed into my sticky chest and her mound bashed against my pelvis.

  Pausing in our frantic kissing, I stared down into her face. Her eyes were wide, her breaths rapid.

  “Fuck me, John,” she gasped. “Hard and fast, I won’t break. It is how I want it, hard and fast and now, fuck me now.”

  Her words brought out the devil in my desire. I’d always suppressed a frantic, daring side of my lovemaking when I’d been with Janice. Kept my lust harnessed so as not to offend, dare I say it, her prudish disposition. But now here with Tida telling me, 50

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  demanding, that I fuck her with gusto, I was going to let it out. Throw open the doors and let it steam full throttle ahead.

  Punches of sensation slammed into my guts as I reached between our writhing bodies. I maneuvered the head of my cock through her saturated folds and positioned it, primed and ready, at her entrance. I remembered how little and tight she was, reined in some of my urgency and fought for a modicum of control.

  She moaned a complaint at my hesitation, increasing the grip of her legs around my thighs and bucking toward me.

  I gave her the first inch. Juices spilled around me, easing the way.

  “Oh god,” she murmured, fluttering her eyes closed and twisting her head.

  Spreading my palm over her breast and squeezing, I gained more entry, my hard flesh parting her soft tightness as I worked my way in.

  She was panting for breath, her hands clawing at my back. I shoved in some more, my cock a solid spear of flesh riding into her burning hot depths.

  “Oh, it’s so much, so much,” she groaned.

  “It’s what you wanted,” I said through gritted teeth.

  “Yes, yes, more, give me it all.”

  My senses were spinning. I braced my hands on the floor on either side of her head and, in one hard shove gave her everything I had to offer. Buried myself balls-deep in her snug cunt.

  “John,” she wailed, her body shifting up the slippery material of the sleeping bags with the force of my thrust. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s it, oh fuck.” Dropping down, I curled an arm beneath her shoulders and held her tight against my body. She was going nowhere.

  I pulled halfway out, could feel cum boiling in my scrotum. The pressure was almost unbearable. I stared down at her as I sank deep again. Her face glowed, her mouth a flat line of acute concentration. Her heavy-lidded eyes gazed up at me. She was 51

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  every dirty dream I’d ever had. This wonderful young woman who was so giving and beautiful and who was taking all of me as though she would never get enough.

  “Faster…harder,” she gasped. Her hips arched again, driving me deeper. “Make me yours.”

  Yes, yes. I want you to be mine.

  My sac was taut, collecting energy. Her sweet pussy just about blowing my mind.

  Fiery fingers of pleasure tore up my spine, popping beads of sweat across my flesh. I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.

  “Ah, sweet baby,” I managed, my voice hoarse and strained. “Come with me.”

  “Yes, yes, oh, yes.”

  I couldn’t resist her, couldn’t contain the need that had my hips pumping wildly.

  Only my cock in her cunt mattered. She owned me, she had me. I had her, at this moment she was mine. My loins constricted, preparing for a release I didn’t know if I would survive. It was ballooning so big and powerful.

  A strangled groan tore from her lips. She sank sharp nails into my shoulder blades and jabbed her heels into my butt.

  Heaven help me.

  She was coming, her climax a wild rip of cries and powerful spasms as rapture blasted through her.

  I am going to lose my mind.

  The flesh of her pussy had constricted noose-like around my shaft. More honey liquid poured from her and wet slapping noises filled the tent as I surged through the final seconds to my orgasm. Hammering in and out of her compressed, quivering entrance, I was sure I was going to kill us both with ecstasy. What a way to go.

  It was there. Pleasure consumed me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. All that existed was bliss blasting up my shaft. Furious pulses of hot spunk filling the condom. It was never ending, a wild release searing through me. On and on semen 52

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  flooded from my slit. I kept buried as deep as I could go, my hips butting into her pelvis as though I couldn’t get close enough.

  “Ah, ah, ah, fuck, yes,” I shouted. Brilliant lights flashed behind my eyelids, my balls packed up high.

  She increased her hold. Her cries filled the tent and echoed into my ears. Still her pussy trembled, potent convulsions that drew yet more fiery bliss from me.

  I stilled and buried my face in her neck, set about trying to catch my breath and hoped my heart rate would return to normal—one day. It was as though some of my sanity had just been lost. This wild little woman had taken a piece of my soul in allowing
me to claim her, take her, go on a wonderful journey of lust with her.

  She kissed the side of my head and sighed. A wonderful satisfied noise that melted a piece of my heart.

  I snuggled a little closer to her, while being careful not to crush her delicate body. It was that action that set off a chain reaction of emotions inside me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before—a desperate sense of possessiveness mixed with protectiveness.

  I didn’t want to let Tida go, nor did I want her to let me go. There was something so right about us lying tangled hot and sweaty like this, in my tent, with no one around to intrude upon our special moment.

  My heart rate wasn’t slowing despite my breaths coming back under control. This was unlike anything I’d ever felt with Janice, who’d been so reserved and closed up in everything she did. This freeing feeling, with Tida, was overwhelming, frightening and awe-inspiring all at the same time. Was this love? Was this what people talked about when they said they’d fallen hard and fast for someone and couldn’t live without them?

  I guessed it was and I’d hit that wall at full speed, it was like being punched in the guts or whacked over the head. There was no ignoring it, no denying it, and now there was only one thing for it if my heart stood any chance of beating normally again.

  I had to make Tida mine.

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  For all of time.

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  Epilogue

  Three months later

  The end-of-week meeting had gone well. Sales figures were up, the new branches of Dare Go There in Paris and Berlin were proving a great success and I’d just purchased a prime location store in Dublin.

  Richard was plowing through a new range of hammocks, all the rage now apparently, and trying his best to sell me on the idea. I wasn’t sure. Perhaps I should get myself in the woods and try one out. If I could find the time, that was.

  I glanced at my new secretary. She was tapping away on her laptop, her face a chiseled expression of concentration. I adored the way she nibbled on her bottom lip when she was typing really fast—it did funny things to my dick.