Chocolate Flava (Chocolate Flava 1)

“Yessssssssss…lemme lick up your neck, babygirl…hit that spot behind your right ear.”

Sharon shivered as a sensation slivered from the bottom of her feet to the ends of her hair.

“Oh damn, boo,” she cried out, oblivious to her surroundings. “You know that’s my spot.”

He smiled. “Yeah, and I know a few others, too. Like when I’m hitting you from the back…got my hands pressed against the small of your back…your ass up…and I swivel my hips and pop

that spot…that spot that makes you cream and scream out my name and cum all over the place…know that spot?”

Sharon bit down on her bottom lip, but not fast enough to catch the cries of passion that were flowing from her mouth. “You know I do, boo,” she cried. “When you start wiling, and slamming inside of me, and smacking my ass too? Oooh shit, boo, all I want to do is scream and cry out your name and beg you to do me harder…and you always come through.”

“Babygirl?”

“Yessss, boo,” Sharon replied, her voice quivering.

“I’m leaving now…you’re off in ten minutes. I will be at your apartment when you get there. Love you.”

“You too.”

There was no need in protesting. It wasn’t like Sharon wanted to anyway. She would just have Brian as her gym time, and Mom and her cousin? A late dinner never hurt anybody. Sharon slipped on her pumps, stacked her work, and took in deep breaths, anxiously waiting for the next ten minutes to pass so she could break the sound barrier on her way home.

“Baby?” Sharon called out as she unlocked her front door. She dropped her purse on the living room sofa and stepped out of her pumps. “I thought he said he was going to be here,” she mumbled. The apartment was pitch-black. Sharon plopped her bottom on the back of the sofa as she ran her fingers through her hair.

Closing her eyes, Sharon let out a moan, gliding her fingertips along her cheeks and neck. “He better get here soon,” she whispered, “or I’ll have to start solo.” A moment later, a smile made its way along her lips as she took in a whiff of Obsession for Men cologne. Sharon spun around, coming face-to-face with a smirking Brian.

“Thought you could sneak up on me, didn’t you?” she asked, laughing.

“Thought I could hit it from the back,” Brian answered, jumping onto the sofa and leaning over to kiss Sharon.

Once their tongues untangled from each other, Sharon added, “You don’t have to sneak up to do that, baby.”

Sharon raised her hands to Brian’s chocolate face, gently stroking his bald head and trailing her fingertips down his neck to the front of his collar. “So,” she whispered, unbuttoning his shirt, “hit anybody on the way here?”

With the last button unfastened, Sharon removed Brian’s shirt with a rush, her hands hungry to feel the taut, dark skin that dwelled beneath the fabric.

“One or two pedestrians,” he said, chuckling, before removing Sharon’s jacket, letting it drop to the floor. “Raise your arms, boo,” he whispered in that deep voice that left Sharon’s panties damp. As she raised her arms, Brian raised her silk tank top, kissing each newly exposed piece of heated flesh. Sharon cooed.

“How do your lips stay so warm?” she crooned.

Brian answered by stroking up and down her back, un-snapping her bra and removing it. His eyes raked over her full breasts, her nipples standing at attention. He watched the lust dance in Sharon’s eyes as he nimbly played with her taut nipples, gently pinching them. He kissed her, once, quaintly, twice, gently, and thrice, sucking the life force from her very being.

Brian’s moist, heated lips traipsed down her neck where he sucked a nice round hickey before he continued his journey down to her mocha brown slopes. There, he took turns ravishing her chocolate nipples, devouring them.

“Brian,” she moaned, holding his slick head to her bosom, “I’m aching.”

Their eyes connected, and he could feel the sexual pain emanating from her. In a flash, he jumped over the back of the sofa, pressing his body close to Sharon’s. His hands trailed down her back, cupping her firm ass. Their lips connected, tongues danced, bodies grinded tightly together. With bated breath, Sharon broke the kiss. Her wet tongue began to sensually slope down his neck to his thick chest. She bit his nipples, causing a strangled cry.

“Shar, you know that’s my spot,” he groaned.

After much lip service, Sharon looked into Brian’s face, smiling wickedly. “It’s not the only one,” she said.

Sharon’s hands followed behind her tongue as she licked and kissed her way down to Brian’s tight stomach. Quickly, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks, pushing them down to the floor. The only thing standing between her and her needed object were his Calvin Klein’s. Her hands moved along the stiff terrain under his briefs, causing them both to moan.

On her knees, Sharon kissed up Brian’s right leg, sucking his inner thigh. She could feel his thick member growing. She kissed along it through the fabric before kissing and sucking on his left inner thigh.

“Girl,” he whispered, “you got me hurting.”

“Let me make it feel better for you.” Latching her fingers under Brian’s waistband, she pulled the briefs over his magnificent parts and let them drop down with his slacks.