Erotic Short Story - The Last Chocolate

By Elena Ognivtseva

It was over. Mara actually had known it for some time and it wasn't a surprise to her. But it still sucked. She cared for the guy, even though he had stuck it to her royally (and not in a good way either).

A week later, she knew the time had come to get on with things. Worst part was her best friend of five years was still out of town since her breakup, and she couldn't even call because his phone had no real reception where he was. So, she went out alone, and bought a bottle of good, red cabernet sauvignon. She went to find her favorite chocolates, but found that the chocolate store was out of the kind she loved. So, a little dejected, she went back to her apartment.

As she unlocked the door to her place, her cell phone rang. She saw "Sam" on the display. She was surprised and relieved. With a feigned smiled, Mara answered the phone, sniffling slightly. "Hey! You're back already? How was your trip?"

Sam's voice resonated over the lines like a soothing balm to her nerves. "It was o.k. - rained some of the time but it was good to see the folks. Just got in the door - I hit the store for food - I thought I would see if you were around. So, what's going on?"

Mara wiped her nose. "Oh, I'm just here - watching something on the tube.." From the sound of her voice, Sam knew something was very wrong.

"What's the matter, hon," he cautiously asked, "you don't sound right.." Mara knew she couldn't keep the truth to herself - at least not with Sam - so she let loose with it with as much calm as she could muster.

"Oh... I ... Tommy and I, um, broke up..." She sniffled after a few seconds of dead silence over the phone lines. "Actually -- he broke it off .. with me."

A few seconds of sniffling later, she heard a hushed voice of concern on the other end. "Why?"

"Been over for a while, Sam - I know you must have caught that at some point, huh? Think he's even seeing someone..." Mara's voice was becoming a little strained. The hushed voice on his end continued. "He was no good for you, you know--- wait....what the fuck do you mean he's seeing..."

Mara went on, "I don't know that for sure.. but I just had a feeling... " She began to sob. "Oh, crap - I don't know what I thought.."

Sam's voice was more authoritative, though the edge of his voice was no less gentle for her. "Don't move - I'm there in a few minutes..." The line went dead. Ten minutes later, Mara opened the door to find Sam there with a small box in his hand. He looked at her and realized she really had been crying. Her beautiful, wide chocolate eyes were red and watery and her smile, while sweet as usual, was not a happy one. But she was glad to see him.

"Hi..." she simpered. She sniffed again. From the look on Sam's face and the wide look in his dark brown eyes, she knew she looked the way she felt and she started bawling again. Without a word, he closed the door for her, dropped the ornate box on a nearby table and wrapped her up into snug hug. She cried. Loudly. She clung to him like he was a lifeline, as he stroked her back. She had had a few guys in her life, but for some reason, she couldn't find anyone that she could really place above Sam. She thought she had brushed aside the crush she had on him a while ago. But many times, he had been so kind to her, and not to mention adorable-looking, that she would find herself musing at alternative possibilities on many occasions and find herself smiling slyly to herself.

Man, he loved how she felt as he hugged her. She was a weepy, wet mess - but still beautiful ... and warm. She smelled so good, he had to fight to resist, for about the fortieth time in his life, to tell her so - in the way he wanted to. He loved everything about her. Her wild, dark hair, her laugh (she even snorted sometimes), the way she walked and danced, the way she burned food, her smooth skin and her sweet voice. But it seemed that, either he or she, was always with someone else. And he was, officially, tired of that.

Soon, Mara grew more quiet. He was still holding her. She looked up at him and smiled weakly. "I messed up your shirt," she eeked out. He smiled. "I didn't like it much anyway," he answered. She laughed. He caressed her hair away from her face then wipe her tears from her face. He turned to the table and cheerfully offered, "Look what I got for you.."

She looked at the box and a grin began to form. "Lindts... for me?" she asked softly, like a five-year-old. "Yup.. I 'm sorry I didn't get a chance to get you a present while I was gone, so I just picked these up tonight. Lucky thing too - bought the last box they had there."

Mara looked up at him again with a glint of life in her eyes. "I went to that place tonight looking for them - you took the last box??"

Sam grinned and began to chuckle. "I guess so. See - am I not good to you? I anticipated you're needing these... by telepathy!"

Mara laughed and it made him feel good. "You are very good to me.." she purred. For the first time, looking at him, she felt warmth in some most unusual places. Gently, he said, "So - uh - wanna eat these and hunker down with that bottle?" He motioned his head to the one she had just bought on the table. Mara grinned. "Uh-huh.."

After they each had one very full glass of wine, they were both feeling contented, though in no way inebriated. At first, they both fed themselves. Soon after, they fed each other. They talked very little. After a while, when Mara's fingers bore a chocolate to Sam's lips, he took it and held her hand to his lips to savor the tips of her fingers as he gently sucked on them. She loved it. Liquid heat filled her core and she began to feel silky and wet. She began to crave him touching her, as she never did before. Once, she moved closer to him with a chocolate in the fingers of one hand and with the long fingers of her other hand, she carefully sifted them through one side of his soft, dark brown hair. She relished the silken feel. When Sam fed her, he loved the feel of her lips around his fingers and his shaft began to harden when he thought about how her lips would feel around it. Each time she took the truffle-filled confection into her mouth, her eyes would close and she would moan huskily. She would not chew it, but merely allowed the chocolate to melt upon her tongue and sucked at it, as the melt went down her throat slowly. Sam could see her throat undulate and hear her moan again. Sometimes, she would purr deeply, "Soo good..." He thought any moment he would lose his control, take her down to her wooden floor and plunge himself into her repeatedly.

He saw that his expression must have revealed this to her at some point, because he could see a look of mild surprise on her face. He became a bit nervous at that. Then she smiled. She picked up the last chocolate in the box and brought it to his lips. He did not move to eat it. He simply stared languidly at her full, moist lips. He whispered hoarsely.."Don't want it."

"No?" she whispered, sweetly. "No," he almost groaned back.

He brought himself closer to her. He stared a moment at her face before taking the chocolate from her hand and putting it back into the open box. He leaned over her on the sofa and kissed her deeply. She moaned with delight as she accepted him. She felt a momentary shock in her body before a gush of heat surged throughout it. She could feel the muscles of her walls within her quivering and then opening up at the sensation of his lips, his warm body which now lay pressed against her, his musk and the sounds of his hungry moans as he kissed her. God, his mouth felt so good. She loved the taste of it, his tongue exploring hers - the faint, sweet taste of fudge truffle and chocolate intermingling. She moaned again. His lips broke from hers to travel down her cheek, her neck and her collarbone. He squeezed her back before his hands moved to her ass. He squeezed her there too. She gasped and gently her lips formed an "Oh...God...".

Sam smiled at her, squeezed her hips through her denim mini skirt, before slowly reaching under the skirt to gently squeeze her bare thighs. Mara's head went backward into the throw pillow behind it before smiling and whispering his name.

His gentle whisper of concern through his sly smile came across as he looked into her wide, brown pools. "Taking advantage, honey? Is this ... not a good idea...?"

She smiled. He was unbelievable. She whispered back. "Best idea in a long time..... Please... Don't stop...?"

Sam smiled and a rumble erupted from his throat.."Mmmmmm..." He began to kiss her more passionately, ravaging her lips until they swelled and were flushed. Then he moved to tear his t-shirt over his head and cast it aside. He unzipped his jeans slightly as he devoured her neck as he grinded his hips against hers. Mara wrapped her arms tightly around him and moaned with pleasure in his ear. His hands proceeded up her skirt and struggled to free her curvaceous hips from her undergarments. She lifted her hips to help him and he slithered it and then her skirt from her. She managed to open her blouse and the front clasp of her bra, as his hands moved back to her supple, peach of an ass, squeezing it again. His fingers then caressed her, down her thigh as they made their way around to the front of her and up to her clean pussy. His fingertips grazed her clit and she gasped. Sam felt her warm wetness and he lifted his head from her shoulder to look at her with a wolfish grin.

He gently continued to rub it gently. "God - honey.... so wet....feels niiice...", he moaned to her. Mara's eyes closed and she smiled. Sam's forehead rested on hers as she whispered. "Wet ... for you... please ... I want you to... please?" Her sweet pleas make his cock hard as diamonds.

He eased into her one of his fingers and Mara cried out with need. Sam's eyes closed tightly as he felt his cock begin to throb with wanting her. He slid his one finger up and back, feeling every wet curve of her. Her moans were breathy and more urgent. Her hips arched gently, as if she were not yet complete. He lightly kissed the tip of her nose. Smiling, he inserted a second thick finger into her, rubbing her swelling clit with his thumb as well. She gasped. "Uhhhhohhhh..!"

Slowly, up and back, Sam's fingers gently tantalized her; the rhythm of her deep breathing matched his gentle strokes. He searched for the one spot he hoped would make her happy. He felt the warm, slick, rough patch inside her and tested it with a gentle press. Her hips arched and her gutteral groan made it unmistakable. The angelic look of ecstasy on her face made Sam swear his cock would stand straight up if it were not still enclosed in his boxers. Rubbing the spot for a short while, he gently withdrew his fingers from her for a moment and she opened her eyes.

He smiled at her. He was locked in a slightly comical struggle with his jeans and boxers. "Be right back - I promise..." he whispered with a grin. She giggled. Finally wriggling off the rest of his clothes, he lay with her again. He looked into her eyes as he sucked on the fingers which were inside of her a moment ago, wetting them again for her pleasure, and smiled like the devil himself.

"Mmmmm - sweet to the taste, baby...."

The warmth of the seductive smile she gave him melted him faster than ice in summer.

Once again, he gently inserted his fingers into her. The rhythm regained, her hips began to buck against his hands soon, while he teased her g-spot. Mara soon looked down between them and saw Sam's upright shaft. She smiled and reached to stroke it gently. Precum was oozing out of him. Her delicate hand pumped him gently, teasing him further to make him throb again. His gasps came in short puffs and then in long, languid moans. "God.. Mar -- uhhhhhh..."

His open mouth found her small, pert breasts, and his tongue bathed them in warmth - first one and then the other. Her nipples became harder with every gentle lap. Her heat rose more and more - her breathing coming even faster. Her walls were opening up further and now shivered as the seconds passed.

"OH...... babe.... Oh, Goddddd!"

He panted as he purred to her, teasing her, "What, honey.... what do you want?"

Mara begged sweetly. "Ohhh.. baby, please... fuck ---me... PLEASE.... ?"

Sam withdrew his fingers and positioned the head of his moist cock at her warm, wet entrance, as she spread her thighs further apart for him. His eyes never left hers as he carefully entered her luscious pussy, warm with cream for him. He groaned loudly, then slowly moved within her. Wrapping her legs around his lower back, she drew him deeper and he groaned again inside the nape of her neck. His voice almost cracking, he moaned,

"FUCK, honey... you feel so fucking good.. So... good.."

The gentle strokes became more rapid as they moved together with more and more urgency. Their heated moans matched their rhythm after a short time and reached a crescendo. Sam could feel the fluttering of her walls as they constricted around him again and again. Sam devoured Mara's long throat as he began to ram through her hard and fast. She cried out with the shock waves of her fierce orgasm reverberating through her. The head of Sam's cock swelled and he exploded into her. His feral cries filled the room quickly after hers as he squeezed her ass and arched his back - digging himself as deeply as he could into her, the years of not having her, having taken its toll in this one exquisite moment. He filled her, over and over. Soon, the last spasms in their bodies left them and they rested peacefully, slumped against one another, their jelly-filled limbs entangled within one another.

A short time later, Mara was in her bathroom washing her face and putting on a loose, short, comfortable shirt. She smiled, beaming in the mirror. Her hair was wild, her cheeks flushed and she - very contented.

And suddenly, Sam's voice came sailing gently from within her bedroom..

"Hey..."

"Yes...?" She purred back, biting her lip.

There was no answer. Mara's brow furrowed with curiosity. Smiling, she turned to enter the bedroom. She found Sam in her bed, laying nude on his side, leaning on his arm, with a light bedsheet loosely covering his hips. He smiled and opened a closed hand to reveal the remaining chocolate truffle in one hand, between his index finger and thumb. He purred deeply to her, curling his index finger from his other hand slowly to beckon her over...

"Come and get this last piece of chocolate...."

Mara smiled with glee and almost flew into bed, falling against him. Wrapping her arms across his bare chest. He smiled and moved his fingers bearing the chocolate to her open, waiting lips. He jerked it away slightly as her mouth moved to take it. She whined a little with feigned disappointment. He chuckled and moved the chocolate slowly - closer to her lips again. She smiled and extended her soft, pink tongue to reach it. His hand became still, allowing the tip of her tongue to barely reach it, wetting the sides of it.

He grinned wolfishly and growled, "Don't stick out that tongue unless you're really gonna use it..." She giggled as he gently moved to smooth the moistened chocolate across her plump lips, then deposited it gently into her open mouth. A slight moan of satisfaction came from her throat. He smiled wider and chuckled as he leaned closer to her.

"You're sooo easy.." he purred into her ear, as he nibbled gently on her lobe. Mara looked up at him, still sucking on her melting treat -a light tint of chocolate glistening from her lips.

She replied sweetly with a smile, "Only for chocolate... and you, of course."

Sam smiled down at her, then slowly engulfed her chocolate covered lips within his own.