Her Chocolate Fantasy

by Bergman, Jamallah

  “I better let you go before I end up getting all hard again. I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.”

  He took his hand off the door, and I reached behind me to open it. I turned and poked my head around to see if anybody was out there. No one was around, so I scurried out into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind me and breathing a deep sigh.

  I could only imagine what would happen tomorrow night at the opera.

  Chapter Five

  The damn curl I tried to create three times, still didn’t want to curl right, so I just pinned the unruly piece of hair up against the French roll I had created for that night. I had gone to a local shop that catered to the full-figured gal and got real lucky when I found this beautiful, wine colored, strapless dress that showed off my long, thick legs. It came with a wrap to match, which I thought was beautiful, and I put on my pair of black high heels and went into my closet to get a black clutch purse I hadn’t used in forever. I glanced at the clock. Six fifty-two…only eight more minutes, I thought, while sitting there on the bar stool waiting.

  Can you tell I’m a nervous wreck already?

  I reached for a grape from my fruit bowl, but before I could pop it in my mouth, my doorbell rang. I slipped off the stool and slowly made my way to the door. When I opened it and saw him standing there, wearing a black tuxedo and looking so sharp and handsome, I could have sworn he was a model or something. Instead of putting his hair in a ponytail like he always did for work, he’d left it down, and it hung over his shoulders, which only made him even more handsome.God, he’s gorgeous, I thought. He looked me up and down, one eyebrow cocked.

  “Wow,” he said with a smile, as I showed him in. He took my hand and slowly twirled me around to get a good look at me. “I’m going to be the envy of the opera tonight. You look beautiful, Sarah.”

  I grabbed my wrap, but he took it from me and placed it over my shoulders, and that’s when I noticed he held a single red rose.

  “How sweet. Thank you.” I smiled and took the flower from his hand.

  Outside my building, a limo sat at the curb, the driver standing next to it. I glanced at Max, stunned.

  “You sure are full of surprises, aren’t you?” I asked him.

  The driver smiled at me while opening the door. I got inside, with Max right behind me. Once the driver climbed behind the wheel, we drove off to the concert hall. Max wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him, his hand resting comfortably on my hip. I looked over into his eyes and he leaned in, his cheek softly brushing against my own. His irresistible cologne filled my sense, and the heat radiating from his body gave me chills. Lord knows, I was getting myself into a heap of trouble sitting so close to him like that.

  But honestly, I just didn’t give a flying fuck…I wanted this man…Bad!

  When we got to the concert hall, I was shocked to find out we had a private box seat that sat up high enough to overlook the entire arena. The view was gorgeous, and I surveyed the people sitting in their chairs, taking in the buildup of excitement as everyone waited for the show to begin.

  “Is this your first time coming here?” he asked me.

  I nodded, still watching people entering the hall to take their seats, but eventually, I sat back and looked over at him.

  “Thank you for bringing me here tonight. This is going to be a treat.”

  Soon, the lights began to go down and the crowd around us applauded. I joined in, thrilled that The Phantom of the Opera would be my first experience at the opera. Even though I had seen the movies, seeing the play performed live was a dream come true. The opera started off so nice, and as it gradually went on, I became entranced. I could feel Max’s fingers softly running over my hand, and his touch along my skin caused me to lose my focus on the opera and look over at him.

  His eyes flashed in the darkness, like a panther’s when it looked upon its prey. Slowly, he moved his hand from my own, down toward my knees, and then he ran his fingers up along my inner thigh underneath my dress. Never had I been so scared before, thinking maybe someone could see us, but then he moved in closer to me and whispered softly against my neck.

  “No one can see us up here. We are so far up and away from everybody. They can’t see what we are doing, Sarah. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, baby.” Without a word, I continued to watch the opera, feeling his hand go farther up my dress. My entire body was on fire from his touch, and I knew when he got closer to the juncture of my thighs, he would notice just how wet this was getting me. Softly, I licked my dry lips, inhaling deeply when I felt his fingers slip between the outside of my panties to find my already swollen clit.

  Max sighed and leaned over against me again. “Damn, you are hot down there, aren’t you?”

  His finger probed deeper, into my pussy, while he used his free hand to pull my leg wider and gain better access. “Slip off your panties.”

  I shot him a look like he was crazy, but I could tell he was serious. After a moment’s hesitation, I did as he’d asked, feeling a bit reckless.

  Two of his fingers went deep inside me, as I tried my best to concentrate on the opera. But you know that’s a little hard when you a hot guy fingering you and rubbing his thumb against your clit.

  “I bet you taste sweet, too.” Quickly, he removed his fingers from inside my panties. He held them up a moment, and noticed how they glistened with my juices, and then he stuck them in his mouth. His eyes closed while he sucked on his fingers, and then he looked at me, his gaze smoldering. “Damn, now that I got a taste of you, I think I want just a little bit more.”

  He looked back and forth, then got up from his chair and walked toward the back. Uncertain what he was about, I shrugged and went back to watching the opera. But then I felt hands pulling up my dress, and I nearly jumped out of my chair. He’d come around the other side of me and had gotten down on all fours in front of me. He grabbed underneath my thighs to pull me toward the edge of the chair.

  “Continue watching.”

  Somehow, I kept my eyes pinned on the stage as I felt his lips and tongue along my clit.

  I couldn’t believe this was happening. My dream was finally coming true. Even though I wanted so badly to enjoy the opera, it was no use. I was getting so into how his tongue was playing with me. God, he had mad skills, using that tongue of his to probe and tease every part of me to the point that I feared I’d scream when I came and draw way too much attention our way.

  “Oh, shit, Max. Oh, shit!” I whispered while running my fingers through his hair, softly rocking my hips so I moved back and forth against his tongue.

  His fingers dug into my hips while that tongue continued to play with me, and then he grazed my clit with his teeth and I about shot up out of my chair.

  He chuckled. “Sorry about that, baby; I won’t be doing that again.”

  And you know what? He didn’t, but he kept up his pace, causing me such pleasure I honestly couldn’t contain myself. Whimpering like a puppy, I quietly came, while he continued to eat me out like I was his first meal in decades. My body kept shaking, even while I tried my best to push him away. But no, Max was going nowhere; he was staying put, right where he was.

  With one small lick, he said, “Damn, you really do taste just as sweet as Cadbury Dairy.”

  I laughed a bit while catching my breath. “You better come up from there before someone comes and sees you between my legs.”

  This time, he was the one who chuckled, which only puzzled me.

  “First of all, this is my private box. Second of all, I locked the door. And third, I plan on staying down here and eating you out throughout the entire opera. I owe you, remember?”

  “What!” I cried out, and then quickly looked around to make sure no one heard me. Luckily, I was in the clear; no one was paying a damn bit of attention to us.

  “Enjoy the show, baby, because I plan on enjoying myself down here with you.”

  And, you know what? He stayed down there the entire night.

  Al
l I can say is that after that night, I would never look at The Phantom of the Opera the same way again.

  * * * *

  Once the opera ended, we both collected ourselves, and I went straight to the bathroom to clean myself up. My clit still tingled every time my legs moved, which made walking a little difficult. It took what seemed like forever for me to get to the stall, and when I did, I sat down in one big heaping mess. Even though I couldn’t believe what just happened, I found myself feeling like some childish school girl who had just gotten into trouble for necking with her boyfriend. Never in a million years would I have thought I would have a hot guy go down on me during an opera.

  After cleaning up and collecting myself, I walked out of the bathroom refreshed. He was standing up against the wall, smiling my way.

  “Let’s grab something to eat,” he said.

  He held out his arm, and I took it as we walked down the stairs to the outside, where the limo awaited us.

  “You are a very bad boy, Max, do you know that?” I told him.

  “I couldn’t help it. Besides, this is something you can’t say you won’t remember for the rest of your life.”

  He kissed me on the cheek and nudged me, and I smiled.

  “Damn,” he said. “I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you, and now I can’t keep them off. Listen, why don’t we skip dinner, go back to my place, and continue where I left off?”

  “But I’m hungry for some food, Max.”

  But before I knew it, things really started to get kinky between Max and me, as he unzipped his pants and delved inside to pull out the most delicious specimen of manhood I had ever seen. I still remembered that moment in the office while he was jacking off, how beautiful his cock looked. God, I could devour him for hours. I couldn’t help myself and grabbed hold of him. My gentle brown fingers wrapped along his long veiny phallus, and I licked my lips to keep from slobbering all over myself.

  “Damn, you look gorgeous, Max.” I kept my eyes on his cock like as if it were a snake charming me, completely mesmerized by how he felt so perfect in my hand.

  “Go on, baby,” he said, ushering me toward his cock, “have a taste.”

  There was no way I was going to pass up the chance to go down on my dream man. I couldn’t believe how wonderful he tasted, and I made slurping sounds while I sucked my way down his shaft.

  “Damn!” he hissed when I took him completely in and then slowly sucked my way back.

  I released him with a pop, looked up at him, and said, “We can order when we get to your place.”

  His apartment was big for a two bedroom, at least by my standards. My place was nowhere near as big as his was.

  “Really nice place you got here,” I said, while walking over toward the living room area.

  But instead of staying there, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back hallway. I soon realized he was leading me to his bedroom. When we reached the doorway, my eyes went wide.

  Even though his bedroom was massive and made just for a bachelor, I couldn’t take my eyes off the huge, California King bed in front of me.

  “A big bed for a big man, huh?”

  I could feel my zipper going down my back, and I sucked in a shaky breath. His fingers touched along my sides as my dress fell to the floor. His lips felt like a feather on my skin, and he held me close, his arm wrapped around my thick waist.

  “God, you feel so good,” he whispered against my shoulder.

  He didn’t know how much he had made me feel when he held me like this. It had been such a long time since I had a man hold me much less make me feel this way.

  “Can I take down your hair? I have always loved it down.”

  I nodded. He released me, and a moment later, fingers tugged my hair a bit, as he removed the hairpins. Before I knew it, in just a few minutes, he had all of them out, and my head finally felt a bit of relief. Heran his fingers through my hair and massaged my scalp ever so softly.

  “Does that feel better?”

  “Very much so, thank you.” By this time, I had stepped out of the dress that had pooled around my ankles. I walked to the bed and slithered my way onto the mattress, looking over my shoulder to see him taking off his jacket. I laid there watching my Max wrestle with his tie along with his shirt. Damn, he looked too good for words.

  His well-toned, muscular arms flexed as he shrugged out of his shirt. His chest, broad and muscular like his arms, showed exactly how much he worked out. Oh, the ideas that flooded my mind as I gazed at him! If I was to live out my chocolate fantasy with this man, I knew just by looking at his body I was going to need a lot. Soon, he stripped off his boxers and stood before me, completely naked.

  Chapter Six

  The man of my dreams was everything I had imagined, and I sighed with delight as he climbed into bed with me. He quickly took me in his arms, scanning over my body with those eyes of his. All I could do was lie there and watch him, because his gaze alone left me hot and flustered.

  “God, Sarah, do you know how beautiful you are?” His fingers ran lightly along my cheek, down along my lips, and the entire time, we never stopped looking at each other. I honestly didn’t want to stop watching him or having his hands on my body. He rained feather-like kisses along my neck while I exhaled a moan.

  Lying back, I watched him gazing down on meas he captured one of my breasts. The touch of his hand made my nipples grow hard. I licked my lips.

  “Oh, Max, yes.”

  “You like that, my sweet Sarah?”

  He undid the front hook of my bra, setting my breasts free, a welcomed relief. He circled my nipple with his fingertip. He replaced his finger with his rough tongue, and then quickly captured my nipple between his lips. My back arched while the sensation coursed through me.

  “I guess you enjoyed that too, huh?”

  He continued to suckle my breasts, moving back and forth between them. He treated me tenderly, and I felt cherished in his arms.I ran my fingers through his soft, dark hair, arching my back as he kneaded my breast like newly formed balls of dough. He moaned, releasing my nipple with a pop, and trailed his hand down my stomach toward my panties. He sank two fingers slowly between my wet lips and deep inside me, and I gasped.

  “Damn, you’re tight, I’m going to have a field day with you, baby, filling that tight pussy of yours.” He continued slowly thrusting his thick fingers in and out, pushing upwards toward my G spot.

  I had never had a man hit my spot before, so the feeling that was coming over my body clearly was new to me. My hips moved in perfect rhythm with his hand, while I clutched his hair. When I opened my mouth to moan, nothing came out. I arched against the mattress, eyes rolling back in my head. The sensation was building up so quickly I couldn’t contain it anymore, and suddenly, I found my voice as a deep moan escaped my throat. I kept moaning over and over again, while my body erupted in spasm after spasm. I had never felt like this before, and apparently, Max wasn’t done bringing me pleasure. I continued coming fiercely, the sound of my wetness filling the room as he plunged his fingers in and out. Finally, he stopped, but left his fingers buried deep as he cupped my pussy in his palm.

  It took forever for my body to calm down, but during that time, I had to laugh a bit. Never had I experienced anything so amazing as what my Max had put me through.

  “What’s so funny?” He smiled as he traced his fingers up and down my stomach.

  “Nothing, really. I’m just amazed at what I just experienced… I can’t believe it took us this long to get to this point.”

  “Don’t worry. After tonight, you won’t have to wait. Not ever again.”

  I honestly didn’t want to dwell on the thoughts I was thinking. All I wanted to do was enjoy the moment I was having with him right now.

  * * * *

  The next morning when I woke up, I found myself lying against his chest. My entire body felt limp, but thinking about all we had done the night before put a smile on my face. I never knew my body could be put into so man
y positions. We took our time with each other that night, learning from each other, seeing how far we could take things. I honestly never met anyone like Max. He took me to a point I honestly never thought I would have gone. I didn’t want to get out of bed, much less move from that spot. Listening to his heart softly beating and feeling his deep, rhythmic breathing against my cheek made me feel calmer.

  I looked up at his face, smiling at how peaceful he looked while he slept. I could stare at him for hours and never get tired. Slowly, he started to stir, letting out a yawn and opening his eyes. He looked at me, smiled, and said, “Good morning.”

  “Good Morning, my dear. Sleep well?”

  He grabbed hold of me, turning me over onto my back and kissing me on the lips. I looked up at him, and we grinned at each other.

  “What a way to wake up in the morning,” I told him as he placed small kisses along my face.

  “I can second that, for sure. I think I like having you in my bed.”

  “Mm, the feeling is oh-so-mutual.” I smiled, running my fingers through his tousled hair.

  “Tell me something, Sarah; if you weren’t working for the company, what would you like to do?”

  “Oh, that’s easy. I probably would be a chocolatier, since I do love chocolate. I make my own candies during the holidays, because I love to experiment with flavors to see what tastesbest. I’d probably own a little chocolate shop and sell my candies and sauces.”

  “I would love to try some of your chocolates.”

  “I’ll be sure to make you a special box, then.”

  He softly kissed my cheek, moving lower, down along the side of my neck.

  “Why don’t we have breakfast?” I asked him.

  He smiled mischievously. “I could go for something sweet.”

  He dipped underneath the sheets, surprising me for a moment, but then I felt his arms go underneath my thighs. My legs drifted apart, and a second later, I felt his mouth on me and a soft sigh escaped my lips. I liked his idea of having me for breakfast. When he first went down on me, I honestly had to say it was a dream come true. He was a true master in the art of cunnilingus, making me feel like a slave to his tongue.