As she slumped against him, she admitted that humans knew a thing or two about sexual pleasure. At least this particular human did. And the night was young.
So many possibilities. Luke wanted it all, but he had to take his delights one at a time. They had all night, or what remained of it. He might want to plan how best to use these special hours.
Much as he longed to sink into Giselle’s supple body again, he had a feeling that if he went for full-body sex a second time, he might not have the creative energy to handle chocolate mousse cake the way it should be handled. So it was chocolate time, and he agreed maybe they should stow the white comforter before they began.
She quickly stripped off both the comforter and the top sheet, leaving only the bottom sheet and the pillows. “We didn’t discuss the top sheet,” he said. “We might need that.”
Her gaze swept over him, lingering for a few gratifying seconds on his cock, which stood proud and free. “Think about it, Luke. If we’re decorating each other with chocolate mousse cake, why would you need or want to cover that situation with a top sheet?”
“We might when we’re done.” He’d never tried this maneuver before, so he wasn’t sure how it would work out.
“Ick. Speak for yourself, but once we’ve played with our cake and eaten it, too, I’m not going to settle into that sticky mess for a cuddle and a snooze. I’m hitting the showers.”
“That could be fun. I have a pretty awesome shower.”
Her eyebrows arched. “Sounds promising.”
And to think he’d almost missed being with her like this. He vowed not to spoil what time they had together by obsessing about how quickly it would end. But did it have to?
He understood that she was a key player in her family’s business, and so was he. But telecommuting was all the rage these days. Geography and competing jobs didn’t have to be a deal breaker the way they’d been once upon a time.
They weren’t even close to having that kind of discussion, though. Even so, he might suggest at some point that they stop putting a time limit on their relationship. Given the way they reacted to each other, that seemed too rigid. Compromises might be possible if they gave themselves permission to think creatively.
He planned to start by thinking creatively about chocolate mousse cake and where it might do the most good on his sweet lady. She’d been resistant to this idea, but he expected her to loosen up once he got rolling.
“We need to take turns.” He picked up one of the plates. “It was my idea, so I get to do you first.”
She laughed. “I thought you were reforming, but here you are acting bossy again.”
“Hey, in case you haven’t heard, I am the CEO of the Dalton Corporation, which is only slightly less important than being a leader of the free world.” He couldn’t remember ever joking about his responsibilities before. With Giselle, he could, and that felt great.
“Oh, excuse me, your CEO-ness. I suppose I should be treating you with more deference, since you’re so important and all.”
“Obedience will do. Lie down.”
“Sunny-side up or over easy?”
He considered the options. He’d love to have both, but once he started, she’d probably refuse to turn over and get even more chocolate on the sheet. Coaxing her to do this at all was a victory. “Sunny-side up. I want to be able to kiss your mouth and watch your expression while I play.”
“The neat freak in me is already screaming for you to reconsider this plan. I forgot about the mattress pad and the mattress underneath.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He savored the graceful way she stretched out on the soon-to-be-ruined sheet. “We’ve reached the point of no return.” And he upended the plate on her stomach.
“Yikes!” She stiffened but didn’t move, because if she did, the cake could slide off. “You might have given me a little advance warning!”
“And have you tell me no? Now it’s done. There’s no turning back. You’ll need to lie very still, though, or it might start to shift.”
She raised her head to look at the slice of chocolate cake resting midway between her breasts and the red curls covering her sex. “You need to do something, Luke.”
“I intend to.” He dropped to his knees beside the bed.
She rolled her head to one side and gazed at him. “This isn’t at all how I imagined you doing this. I thought you’d leave the cake on the plate and dip into it with your fingers.”
“You can do that when it’s your turn, if you want. I like this method.” Now that the cake was resting on her stomach, he debated his next move. He hadn’t planned this out in advance, which was half the fun. He’d spent too much of his life calculating his actions several moves in advance.
“You should be very glad I have good abs so I can balance this piece of cake.”
“I see that you’re controlling it beautifully. I’m impressed. You look great with that piece of cake on you. It’s like performance art.”
“Luke. Do something!”
“Okay.” Reaching out with his right hand, he pressed it down into the cake. It squished up through his outstretched fingers as Giselle gasped in surprise. He loved the sloppy feel of it, like mud, only better because he could eat it.
She lifted her head and stared at him. “What are you doing?”
“Enjoying myself.”
She let her head fall back to the pillow. “Oh, dear God. You really did love playing in the mud when you were a kid, didn’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am, I did.” He began to slowly smear chocolate mousse over her breasts. The sensation of creamy mousse mixed with nubby pieces of cake rubbed over her breasts was outstanding. His body pulsed with excitement. “Why are your eyes closed?”
“I’m afraid to look.”
“You should see this. I’ve turned your breasts into truffles.”
Her lashes fluttered up and she raised her head again. “You are making an unholy mess.”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not turned on by it.”
She met his gaze, and heat flashed in her eyes. “I’m not turned on by it.”
“Your eyes say different.” He massaged the chocolate into her breasts with slow, erotic strokes and watched the flame leap in those emerald depths. “Your nipples are all tight and happy.”
“Of course they are. You’re rubbing them.”
“And you like it.”
“I would like it without the chocolate.”
“So would I, but this is more fun.” Sliding his hand between her breasts, he returned to the remaining cake and began spreading that over her stomach and down the tops of her thighs.
“You’re insane.”
“Right at this moment, yes, I am. And getting more so by the second.” He covered her knees and her shins and finally reached her toes. “Now, this is what I’ve been waiting for.” He had enough mousse on his hand to work it between her toes with their sexy apricot toenail polish. “Remember walking through the mud in your bare feet?”
She braced herself on her elbows. “Luke, do you have a foot fetish?”
“Not yet.” Now that he’d distributed the chocolate mousse cake fairly evenly over her body, he was ready to work his way back up. “But I might before this is over. You have extremely sexy toes.”
“You’ve put chocolate all over them.”
“The better to suck them clean, my dear.” Scooting to the end of the bed, he wiped his chocolate-covered hand on the sheet. So it was done. He’d officially christened the sheet. If she thought he’d made a mess before, wait until he really got into it.
Now that he’d spread the chocolate all over her, he knew exactly how to proceed. Cradling one foot in both hands, he carefully sucked and cleaned each of her toes.