Free Her Chocolate Fantasy by Jamallah Bergman

hands of his held my breasts and he used his thumbs to massage my nipples. I rubbed up against him as I swear, his touch alone drove me insane. He cupped my face, and I turned a bit to capture one of his fingers between my lips. Softly, I rolled my tongue around his finger, and hestared at my mouth, watching my every movement. I could tell my actions were getting him harder down there.
    “I swear , woman, you sure know how to get me horny as hell.”
    I kept up with my objective, sucking on his finger, while he tweaked my nipples through the cotton material of my bra. I grinded my hips against his hardness, knowing where this all would lead.
    “You’re going to get yourself into all kinds of trouble , little girl.”
    “You’re dealing with a woman , sir; remember that.”
    “Oh , really? A woman, you say? Woman— I like the sound of that. But you know what’s missing from that description?”
    “What?”
    “The word my …as in my woman.”
    Was he serious? He honestly couldn’t be serious. Suddenly, the seriousness of the situation replaced my horniness. I took a good look at his face. The playfulness in his eyes had disappeared, and his expression had turned very sincere. As I watched, he smiled softly, but his eyes still said he meant business.
    “You’re serious , aren’t you?” I asked him.
    He took my hands in his for a moment . God, his hands looked so big and strong compared to mine.He made me feel delicate and special.
    “I’m very serious , Sarah. You’ve got to understand something because I’ve wanted you for years now. I’ve had my eye on you since the first day I came to the office. I even remember what you were wearing that day. You had on a beautiful, light blue blouse that showed a bit of these lovely breast.” He lifted them a little, as if to illustrate his words. “I also remember the black skirt you wore that day, and the way it hugged these hips of yours real good. I would watch you go back and forth from your desk to the break room or restroom, those hips of yours swaying back and forth when you walked. The whole time, I fought my desire to grab hold of you and just fuck you senseless.”
    I couldn’t believe he remembered something I had worn about four years back. I held him close as I kissed his forehead and traced my fingertipsover his ears and along his cheekbones.
    “So ? What do you say? Will you be my girl, or do you need some time to think about it?”
    “What’s there to think about ?” I laughed. “Since we are being open now, I’ve wanted you for years too. I just didn’t know what you thought about me, not to mention the fact that you were higher up the business ladder, and I was just one of the common drones that worked in a cubicle. I always thought you were so handsome, and I wanted so badly to get the nerve to at least talk with you. But I’m glad this is all out in the open now. It makes me feel good to hear you wanted to get with me, too, but as far as being your woman? Yes, I want to be yours and only yours.”
    H e tickled up along my back, and I squealed like a little girl.
    “Stop that !” I screamed and tried to regain my balance.
    “Is my girl ticklish?”
    “Just a little bit. Don’t do that again, though.”
    “You mean this ?”
    He went for my ribs, and I lost it laughing. I kept hitting him on his shoulders, but he just grinned and kept at it.
    “ Please stop, Max. Please!”
    Not only did he ignore me, he tickled me even more, and I squealed and shouted out pleas for mercy. Finally, I made a last-ditch effort to stop him by grabbing hold of the back of his head and drawing his mouth to mine. He returned my kiss, and I felt his hands at the back clasp of my bra. I ran my fingers through his hair as our kiss turned even more passionate. Soon, I found myself lying back on the sofa, his body slowly crushing me as I sank into the soft cushions. But truly, I didn’t care; I loved how he felt—on me, under me, or around me. We had each