Sex and Chocolates
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,769
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Sex and Chocolates
Title: Sex and Chocolates
Author: Sann M
Pairing: Chloe
Summary: Chloe savors chocolates
Warning: FRAO (aka NC-17)
Disclaimer:I don't own anything, I just move them around on my chessboard
Feedback would be awesome!!!
*no beta
Chloe Sullivan stared blankly at the pink foil of the tiny heart of chocolates sitting on the end of her bed. Five small chocolates encased within, she knew because they were the exact same box he had given to Lana earlier that day. The young brunette had ripped open the package greedily, practically shoving each little crème filled delight into her mouth within seconds.
Valentine Day was a commercial holiday that she was plagued by every year. (Small conversation hearts still haunted the back of her closet from Pete or Clark from years before.) She had been avidly against it, wishing for its end with every other anti-Valentine supporter.
Today on the other hand, Clark had shoved a small foiled cover heart in her hand. “For my favorite girl.” He had grinned, before pulling her into a tight bear hug. It made this day different, as if she wanted to cement it within her memory.
She looked at the pink foil watching the setting sun’s colors glinting off it in delightful colors. It beckoned to her, making her body buzz the way only Clark’s presence could. After only a moment of hesitation, she snatched the small heart divesting it of its foil skin.
The pungent scent of chocolate hit her overwhelming her senses with its unique odor. Her fingers felt numb, pulling at the pale pink top. One…2 and the top was lying face down on her tan comforter. Only a squashy layer of paper separated her from the five tiny treats.
Her chest felt heavy from the delicious perfume, making her breath come out in light pants. A short flick of the wrist, and the paper flew off to an unknown spot leaving her with the treasures. Each encased in their own paper cup taunting her with their individual appeals.
One was oblong with its dark chocolaty goodness, another just as dark highlighted with stripes of white. Each held her interest for several seconds, but neither held the appeal of the other milk chocolate treats occupying the rest of the space. A mound of light chocolate caught her eye, its rough top making her wonder about the texture dragging on her tongue. The fourth chocolate was simple appealing her with it plain round shape. However, she plucked the final chocolate from the package.
Its cube shape was distorted by the large almond mound emerging from the top. Her eyes dilated looking at the confection, knowing that Clark Kent had purchased it with the purpose of giving it to her on Valentine’s Day. A soft moan escaped her lips, while she dismissed the rest of the box to her nightstand.
Lana Lang had devoured it without tasting its delicious flavor, the same way she did Clark. Chloe on the other hand understood the importance of savoring, of enjoying it to the fullest.
She could feel her fingerprints melting into the small chocolate, forcing her to bath in its scent. An excitement tingled through her body, making her thighs burn with hunger. Looking nervously at her door, assuring herself the lock had been clicked shut before adjusting herself fully on the bed.
It wouldn’t due for her father to come barging in, especially with the way her body ached for a Valentine touch. The smooth texture egged her on to touch it sugary outside to her lips, melting instantly against her heat. “Mmm.” She whimpered, rubbing its goo against her bottom lip.
Four…five strokes of the sweet against her bottom lip leaving it light brown with its dissolving outer shell. Her tip of her tongue darted out to let its tang dance within her mouth in a teasing manner, before moving to her upper lip.
Repeatedly she coated her lip until she burned with hunger, her breath coming in quick succession. Only a Valentine gift from Clark Kent could make her feel this drunk with need until she was ready to burst.
Her left hand moved from its hibernation at her side to drag across her lower abdomen. Butterflies scattered in her stomach, making her flinch at their powerful wings. They sent hot lust through her, making her pale blue panties feel tight against her mound and her nipples straighten to attention.
Her tongue slipped through her teeth, to lap gently on her chocolate-coated lips. They tasted like heaven, making her yank up her deep red shirt up over her braless breast. Her nipples were a deep pink to match the foil she had tossed haphazardly on her bedroom floor only moments before.
Chocolate burned in her throat; her tongue darting out to lap at the warm chocolate square’s nut. The texture scratched her tongue, after the thin layer had melted. Her index finger drifting to circle her nipple for several moments before her inpatients won out and she grabbed her whole breast ruthlessly.
Moisture soaked her panties adding the musky scent of her sex with chocolate. It made her throb for Clark, to wish that his tongue would lap at her folds. To worship her like she was doing to the small cube.
She forced the chocolate between her lips, gagging her mouth with sweetness. Her fingers were stained deep brown, making her moan against the melting gag. It flooded her with a ribbon of liquefying sugar, making her bruise her breast with her hand’s torture.
Her milky brown fingers beckoned by the pulsing mound between her thighs. The thought of rubbing her throbbing clitoris with her chocolate-coated fingers rushed through her mind like a freight train.
The soft material of her skirt was pushed up to her lower abdomen, until she could see her pale blue panties waistband. Her fingers wiggled beneath the stretchy material careful not to waste the confection on her fingers.
Her teeth dug in the gag, sending a new flavor of crème through her mouth. It made a panic choke her, forcing her to shove all four of her warm fingers through her bush. The slightly coarse hair dug through the chocolate, allowing her to feel the seeping wetness drenching her.
“Ahhh.” She sighed through the mouthful of candy, running her chocolate middle finger up the line of her pussy lips. The thought of Clark kneeling to lick it off made her slip her index finger to touch her sensitive core.
Her pulse thumped wildly in the hot flesh, while her middle finger delved deeper into her. She sucked on the chocolate in her mouth, enjoying the way it quickly began to dissolve. Her throat hummed with lust, and sugar.
Chloe hips thrust forward as her fingers rubbed gently against her swollen clit. Fuck. She hissed in her mind, adding the middle finger for more pressure. Rub…rub…rub…Fuck. A shot of white-hot pleasure quaked her center.
Her hand moved to her other breast, massaging it with roughly. A third chocolate finger joined in kneading her clit until sharp sparks began to flash before her eyes. The sharp odor of sex filled the room the sugary square in her mouth only accenting its wick ness.
FUCK! Her mind screamed, while her fingers pushed deeper into her swollen clit. The chocolate remains were only a few traces of crème flavor and almond in her mouth.
Her hips bucked up in wild abandonment; her hand tightening on her breast until she was positive fingerprint bruises would decorate them for days after.
Rub…Rub…Her pinkie finally pushed into her pussy, joining the chaotic rhythm. “CLARK!” She whined against the nut in her mouth, and exploded against her fingers.
A gush of wetness drenched her fingers anew, mixing the chocolate into her cum. She jerked wildly, her hips frozen mid thrust. Her free breast jiggled against her arm, while her other breast throbbed from the claw like grip.
Chloe Sullivan body burned with afterglow before she released her poor breast; it ached from the torture. Her hips fell limply to the bed, her body feeling spent. A small smile filled her lips, as she finally crunched down on the almond in her mouth.
She slipped her fingers from her panties, intensifying the odor of sex through the room. Her mouth ached for it, until she was sucking hungrily on them. She lapped between each finger to get the last of the chocolate, and juices from them.
“Mmm.” She sighed happily, letting her cleaned fingers drop to her lap.
Looking over at her nightstand, she noticed the forgotten four chocolates left and felt a smug smile form. Yes, Lana did not know how to savor.
Author: Sann M
Pairing: Chloe
Summary: Chloe savors chocolates
Warning: FRAO (aka NC-17)
Disclaimer:I don't own anything, I just move them around on my chessboard
Feedback would be awesome!!!
*no beta
Chloe Sullivan stared blankly at the pink foil of the tiny heart of chocolates sitting on the end of her bed. Five small chocolates encased within, she knew because they were the exact same box he had given to Lana earlier that day. The young brunette had ripped open the package greedily, practically shoving each little crème filled delight into her mouth within seconds.
Valentine Day was a commercial holiday that she was plagued by every year. (Small conversation hearts still haunted the back of her closet from Pete or Clark from years before.) She had been avidly against it, wishing for its end with every other anti-Valentine supporter.
Today on the other hand, Clark had shoved a small foiled cover heart in her hand. “For my favorite girl.” He had grinned, before pulling her into a tight bear hug. It made this day different, as if she wanted to cement it within her memory.
She looked at the pink foil watching the setting sun’s colors glinting off it in delightful colors. It beckoned to her, making her body buzz the way only Clark’s presence could. After only a moment of hesitation, she snatched the small heart divesting it of its foil skin.
The pungent scent of chocolate hit her overwhelming her senses with its unique odor. Her fingers felt numb, pulling at the pale pink top. One…2 and the top was lying face down on her tan comforter. Only a squashy layer of paper separated her from the five tiny treats.
Her chest felt heavy from the delicious perfume, making her breath come out in light pants. A short flick of the wrist, and the paper flew off to an unknown spot leaving her with the treasures. Each encased in their own paper cup taunting her with their individual appeals.
One was oblong with its dark chocolaty goodness, another just as dark highlighted with stripes of white. Each held her interest for several seconds, but neither held the appeal of the other milk chocolate treats occupying the rest of the space. A mound of light chocolate caught her eye, its rough top making her wonder about the texture dragging on her tongue. The fourth chocolate was simple appealing her with it plain round shape. However, she plucked the final chocolate from the package.
Its cube shape was distorted by the large almond mound emerging from the top. Her eyes dilated looking at the confection, knowing that Clark Kent had purchased it with the purpose of giving it to her on Valentine’s Day. A soft moan escaped her lips, while she dismissed the rest of the box to her nightstand.
Lana Lang had devoured it without tasting its delicious flavor, the same way she did Clark. Chloe on the other hand understood the importance of savoring, of enjoying it to the fullest.
She could feel her fingerprints melting into the small chocolate, forcing her to bath in its scent. An excitement tingled through her body, making her thighs burn with hunger. Looking nervously at her door, assuring herself the lock had been clicked shut before adjusting herself fully on the bed.
It wouldn’t due for her father to come barging in, especially with the way her body ached for a Valentine touch. The smooth texture egged her on to touch it sugary outside to her lips, melting instantly against her heat. “Mmm.” She whimpered, rubbing its goo against her bottom lip.
Four…five strokes of the sweet against her bottom lip leaving it light brown with its dissolving outer shell. Her tip of her tongue darted out to let its tang dance within her mouth in a teasing manner, before moving to her upper lip.
Repeatedly she coated her lip until she burned with hunger, her breath coming in quick succession. Only a Valentine gift from Clark Kent could make her feel this drunk with need until she was ready to burst.
Her left hand moved from its hibernation at her side to drag across her lower abdomen. Butterflies scattered in her stomach, making her flinch at their powerful wings. They sent hot lust through her, making her pale blue panties feel tight against her mound and her nipples straighten to attention.
Her tongue slipped through her teeth, to lap gently on her chocolate-coated lips. They tasted like heaven, making her yank up her deep red shirt up over her braless breast. Her nipples were a deep pink to match the foil she had tossed haphazardly on her bedroom floor only moments before.
Chocolate burned in her throat; her tongue darting out to lap at the warm chocolate square’s nut. The texture scratched her tongue, after the thin layer had melted. Her index finger drifting to circle her nipple for several moments before her inpatients won out and she grabbed her whole breast ruthlessly.
Moisture soaked her panties adding the musky scent of her sex with chocolate. It made her throb for Clark, to wish that his tongue would lap at her folds. To worship her like she was doing to the small cube.
She forced the chocolate between her lips, gagging her mouth with sweetness. Her fingers were stained deep brown, making her moan against the melting gag. It flooded her with a ribbon of liquefying sugar, making her bruise her breast with her hand’s torture.
Her milky brown fingers beckoned by the pulsing mound between her thighs. The thought of rubbing her throbbing clitoris with her chocolate-coated fingers rushed through her mind like a freight train.
The soft material of her skirt was pushed up to her lower abdomen, until she could see her pale blue panties waistband. Her fingers wiggled beneath the stretchy material careful not to waste the confection on her fingers.
Her teeth dug in the gag, sending a new flavor of crème through her mouth. It made a panic choke her, forcing her to shove all four of her warm fingers through her bush. The slightly coarse hair dug through the chocolate, allowing her to feel the seeping wetness drenching her.
“Ahhh.” She sighed through the mouthful of candy, running her chocolate middle finger up the line of her pussy lips. The thought of Clark kneeling to lick it off made her slip her index finger to touch her sensitive core.
Her pulse thumped wildly in the hot flesh, while her middle finger delved deeper into her. She sucked on the chocolate in her mouth, enjoying the way it quickly began to dissolve. Her throat hummed with lust, and sugar.
Chloe hips thrust forward as her fingers rubbed gently against her swollen clit. Fuck. She hissed in her mind, adding the middle finger for more pressure. Rub…rub…rub…Fuck. A shot of white-hot pleasure quaked her center.
Her hand moved to her other breast, massaging it with roughly. A third chocolate finger joined in kneading her clit until sharp sparks began to flash before her eyes. The sharp odor of sex filled the room the sugary square in her mouth only accenting its wick ness.
FUCK! Her mind screamed, while her fingers pushed deeper into her swollen clit. The chocolate remains were only a few traces of crème flavor and almond in her mouth.
Her hips bucked up in wild abandonment; her hand tightening on her breast until she was positive fingerprint bruises would decorate them for days after.
Rub…Rub…Her pinkie finally pushed into her pussy, joining the chaotic rhythm. “CLARK!” She whined against the nut in her mouth, and exploded against her fingers.
A gush of wetness drenched her fingers anew, mixing the chocolate into her cum. She jerked wildly, her hips frozen mid thrust. Her free breast jiggled against her arm, while her other breast throbbed from the claw like grip.
Chloe Sullivan body burned with afterglow before she released her poor breast; it ached from the torture. Her hips fell limply to the bed, her body feeling spent. A small smile filled her lips, as she finally crunched down on the almond in her mouth.
She slipped her fingers from her panties, intensifying the odor of sex through the room. Her mouth ached for it, until she was sucking hungrily on them. She lapped between each finger to get the last of the chocolate, and juices from them.
“Mmm.” She sighed happily, letting her cleaned fingers drop to her lap.
Looking over at her nightstand, she noticed the forgotten four chocolates left and felt a smug smile form. Yes, Lana did not know how to savor.