Sensual Chocolate (6 page)

She sighed in satisfaction that all of that manliness was hers, even if only for one night. She’d ensure she made the most of her time with him. “I promise not to take long.”

He winked at her and she rushed out of the room.

When she returned, Trenton had already turned the faucet off and he was easing in the water. His arms were spread out as he held onto the cream colored porcelain sides. “What is it with women and making the water so damn hot it takes the skin off a man’s
arse
and
bollocks
?” he roared, his accent thick.

She covered her mouth, not attempted to laugh at his apparent distress. “I’m sorry. Do you want me to add cold water to it?” Jolie moved closer to him.

Allowing himself to fully submerge in the bath, he said, “No, what I want is for you to get your sexy ass out of that robe and into the boiling pot with me.”

“That I can do.” She set the platter of chocolate dipped raspberries and champagne on the wide, flat edge on the side of the large tub then untied the sash around her waist. She allowed the terrycloth covering to drop slowly down her arms, revealing her body to him one inch at a time.

“Now, add a little wiggle to it so I can see those adorable breasts of yours bounce.” He was lounging back and watching her with a heated gaze.

“Like this?” Complying she shimmied her shoulders and even rocked her hips seductively from left to right as she licked her lips slowly.

“Oh, yes,” he said dragging out the S.

Her own behavior shocked her. She had never acted the enchantress with any other man, but Trenton made her want to be naughty and daring. She was a big romantic, but had always constrained her adventures. It didn’t stop her from dreaming about being the occasional freak, but she always firmly maintained her limits. Trenton made her desire to push her own boundaries, become a man’s fantasy.

“Come here, darling Jolie.” He beckoned her with a finger.

Crossing the cool tiled floor, she got into the hot water with him. She sighed loving the intense heat.

“You signaled, Mr. Rayner?” Reaching out, she caressed his chest, loving the mixture of his robust masculine scent mingling with the sweet chocolate steam.

“I did.” Lifting her foot onto his thigh he pressed his thumb to her arch and began to massage it.

“That feels nice. If you’re looking for employment I may be able to give you a reference to the spa I use for my guests.”

He chuckled. “Getting people employment is what I do.”

“How? Do you work for the Employment Commission?” She settled deeper into the water allowing it to lap at her shoulders.

“Hell, no. I’m a head hunter.”

She frowned, not really having a clue what that was.

“When a corporation wants to hire someone, usually management, VPs or executive positions, they call me. Or companies like mine.”

“I thought they just advertise on their websites or other online job sites.” She didn’t know anything about high-level corporate America. Before she owned the business she worked as an interior designer.

Trenton let go of one foot and picked up her other one. “Not when they want to ensure they get the best in the business and don’t have time to forage through hundreds of resumes for unqualified people.”

“So they call you.”

“I research perspective clients, or if they’ve heard good things about someone at another company they are interested in then I go to that person and attempt to persuade them over.”

“I wouldn’t think that would work very often. Why would a person leave a place their successful and happy?”

“Let me say I can be very persuasive.” He released her foot and slipped his hands along the outside of her legs and up her thighs.

Her desire ignited again by his touch and the intense gaze in his hazel eyes, now a deep forest green.

“Don’t be so far away, pretty
duckie
. I am lonely on this side of the bath.”

“We can’t have that. It means I’m not doing my job.” With his help she moved to the other side of the tub and was guided by his strong hands to straddle his lap.

“Much better.” Lifting handfuls of water he poured it over her breasts, making her nipples bead even more.

“That feels nice.” She closed her eyes at the sensual feeling of rivulets dancing across her breasts.

Trenton’s finger traced the path of water around one of her nipples. “I must admit, your skin already felt smooth and supple—” he palmed a breast and flicked his thumb across the peak, “—but with the chocolate stuff in the water you feel like silk.”

His firm touch was wonderful. “Glad you like it.”

“With you I do.”

She wasn’t expecting a confession like that to come out of his mouth, so intimate. Opening her eyes she stared at him. Warning herself again not to give her heart to this man, she couldn’t deny the connection that seemed to be a constant presence between them.

His own words must have shocked him as well, because he glanced away quickly, breaking the invisible bond. “So, are the champagne and raspberries for eating or some nefarious purpose?”

“Definitely for eating.” Reaching over, she grabbed the bowl of berries and held it between them.

“I hope you like raspberries, I dipped them myself.”

“Glad you chose this fruit over strawberries, they’re my favorite.” The light in his eyes and large smile proved his words.

“I’m glad. I love pineapples, but it’s hard to find a really good one out of season.”

“Well, feed away.” He opened his mouth.

Picking up a berry she placed it in his mouth. When she got to the third one, before she could remove her finger, he closed his mouth over it. Feeling the pull of his mouth and the sensual wrapping of his tongue around her digit increased her arousal. Sliding forward she ground her sex against his hard length. She let him suck it for a moment and slowly slipped it out of his mouth.

“Now they are even better,” he whispered his tone husky.

She ate a berry and then placed the bowl back on the platter and picked up the two glasses of champagne. Passing one of them to Trenton, she sipped from her glass.

When she noticed he wasn’t drinking his, she wondered if she made a faux pas and maybe Trenton didn’t drink. “You don’t want your drink?”

“Oh, I plan to drink it. I’m just waiting for you to put your glass down.”

Unsure of why it was important for him that she put hers down, but she took one more drink and then set it on the side of the tub. “Okay, now you can dr— Ahh!”

She squealed in shock, not expecting the icy alcohol to be poured over her breasts.

“
Now
I can partake of the bubbly.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, bowed his head and began to lick the liquid from the tops of her skin.

He moved from side to side, doing a thorough job of collecting all the champagne. When his mouth closed around one breast, suckling hard and pressing her nipple to the rough top of his mouth, she thought she would explode at the erotic sensation. Her clit throbbed. The building tension was swirling low in her belly, a hurricane ready to overtake her. She needed to come, needed release. Inching forward, she pressed against his hard cock. Reaching down, she closed her hand around the broad shaft and began squeezing and pumping him.

Trenton groaned, the vibration played against the sensitive tip in his mouth and she shivered.

“Please, Trenton,” she pleaded, not sure if she could take anymore without feeling him inside of her, easing the ache.

Leaning away, he said, “There better be a condom in that basket of pleasure.”

“There is,” she confirmed. It took her a few moments before she could pull herself away enough to reach inside the basket and removed the protection she’d placed inside earlier. With her sex left desolate over the last two years, she’d never renewed her pills six months ago when she ran out. She’d grabbed a few condoms from the storage room where she kept the supplies for the bungalows.

In seconds she had him sheathed. Placing her hands on the side of his head, she buried her hands in the silky darks strand and kissed him. Her lips sealed against his, she guided her tongue into his mouth, tasting berries, chocolate, champagne and him. Trenton allowed her to keep control of the kiss, but as her tongue dipped in and out of his mouth he occasionally trapped it between his lips and drew on it. When the kiss ended, she felt like she was caught up in a cloud of pleasure as the steam continued to rise around them.

Without missing a beat, he bowed his head again and took hold of her other breast. He began giving it the same treatment as the other as he gripped her hips lifting her.

He held her effortlessly above his crown, while she still held his cock and guided it to her sex. Once she placed it against her opening, he relaxed his hands and she began to descend along his steel rod.

She whimpered at the stretching of her sore sex, but didn’t stop. He felt too good gliding deeper. Settling on his lap, she ground herself against him before she began a rise and fall rhythm. His hands rested lightly on her hips as he leaned back and allowed her to control the ride. He may not have been moving much but the heat coming from his gaze as he watched her bouncing up and down his cock was just as much a turn on then if he were pumping his hips.

“Damn, sweet duckie, you make a wonderful sight.”

Her response was to swivel her hips and produce a growl from him.

“Fuck, that feels good.” One of his hands slid forward and his thumb located her clit and pressed into it, manipulating the tiny nub.

Gripping his shoulders, she tossed her head back and gyrated her hips. She worked her sex along his thick shaft and his deliciously torturous thumb. It didn’t take long before she was seeing stars. Her orgasm claimed her like a bull in a crystal shop, leaving her shattered but amazed.

Trenton began to move, working his length over her sensitive walls. Electric sparks seemed to follow his movements, causing small explosions to go off inside of her.

His other hand moved around the back of her hip. First one finger slipped inside of her ass, and he pressed and stroked along the puckered flesh increasing the desire she felt in a wicked way. When his second finger entered she tried to shy away, not sure if she could take any more of the intense pleasure. She had anal sex once in the past, a long time ago with her last boyfriend, but it had been an awkward and clumsy experience. There had not been this powerful arousal she was experiencing just from Trenton’s touch. The strong feelings the man incited in her made her nervous, frightened to the core. Not because she thought he would hurt her, but she was finding it harder and harder to keep her heart disengaged.

“Easy, duckie.” His tongue circled her nipple as the hand at her hip held her in place and his second digit stretched her ass even more.

Unable to stop herself, she pushed down on his hand, sending his fingers further. Lifting his head, he plied her mouth with a passionate kiss. Soon he had her dizzy and enraptured in a vortex of sensations; his mouth, cock and hand had her drowning in a sea of lust.

Everything stopped at the same time, causing an emptiness to gnaw at her as he removed himself from her and instructed her to lean against the side of the tub. There was no doubt in her mind what was coming. Her conclusion was made evident when Trenton plucked the small bottle of lubricant from the basket.

Moving in behind her, he fit himself between her splayed thighs. The cool gel kissed her skin and made her jump as he coated the primed ring between her cheeks. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the concentration shown in his focused gaze as he applied an ample amount of clear gel over the condom covering his shaft.

Pressing a hand on her back, he guided her shoulders down so that her ass lifted high, available to him. The cold touch of surface of the side of the tub was a direct contrast to the heat blazing in her sex and the burning of her ass as Trenton pushed inside of her. Inch by inch, he slipped deeper inside of her, caressing the sensitive channel as he withdrew and entered again.

“Sweet Jolie, you’re so fucking tight.” Trenton licked up her spine.

When he began a gentle rhythm in and out her ass, she was shocked. Not by the fact she was take his large cock completely, but by how each of his strokes heightened her arousal. At the moment, her clit throbbed in time with him and cream flowed from her sex, pooling between the folds.

Unable to restrain herself, she brought a hand between her legs, manipulating her clit. She knew an orgasm was imminent. In the past she’d never even felt the urge to climax during anal sex, but it was barreling down on her now. She needed more. “Harder. Please, Trenton…”

Taking her words to heart, he clutched her hips in strong hands and thrust his cock into her body, his pelvis slamming into her cheeks.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six thrusts later Jolie found herself screaming, bucking and clawing at the side of the tub for purchase. Anything to hold onto and ground herself as her orgasm rocketed through her body like a tornado collecting everything in its path; her heart and soul with it.

Her clit continued to jerk reflexively against her fingers as Trenton held her pressed to him and came with a loud groan, shuddering behind her.

Her breathing returned to a normal beating as he placed light kisses along her shoulders and spine.

“I could easily become addicted to you, Jolie.”

****

Forty-five minutes later, he and Jolie found themselves bathed and sitting on a blanket in the living room with dinner on a large plate between them. Downstairs before the fire with a glass of wine in his hand, he was still questioning his own intelligence. Why he’d told her that he could become addicted to her still threw him for a loop. It wasn’t that it hadn’t been a thought for the last few hours, but not something he would’ve ever said. Words that carried weight and promises were dangerous. Addiction was something people couldn’t live without. This was one night. Tonight. After this he’d have to resign himself to the fact she would not be in his life anymore. It was one of his personal rules and, like the wearing of a condom, it was something he never went against. Never desired to push it aside.