..."So where's the fun?" I thought aloud, after several minutes of silence, during which I was quite disoriented. Being tied to the bed post had it's advantages, which surely would show themselves once the fun began, but initially I was very helpless.
I figured Jesse must've put one of the blankets from the bed up over the window, because it was pitch dark in the room. I couldn't even tell where he was, though I knew he wasn't on the bed.
A few long seconds later, I felt cool liquid landing on my bare stomach. I breathed in sharply at the surprise "attack" and began to wonder what this was that he was pouring on me. It was too cold to be fresh cum, and after what we had finished earlier, I doubted he could make another batch in just ten minutes.
My curiosity got the best of me. "What is that?" I squealed as I shivered, suddenly feeling a bit cold.
Jesse didn't answer, but the pouring did stop shortly after that. I felt his hand softly trace the curves of my body, trailing goosebumps up to my neck, and then one of his fingers was in my mouth. I began to suck on it gently, and discovered that it tasted like chocolate. Chocolate syrup, I realized.
After I cleaned his finger off, he began to lightly kiss my neck. I could feel pleasure stirring in my loins as his tongue traced from the tip of my ear down to the lobe, where he nibbled gently. He knows my ear is a torture spot for me, and did it on purpose. He kept trailing kisses down my neck, across my collarbone and shoulder, and down my arm until his cheek brushed against my breast -- another weakness of mine. Ironically, they are his as well.
He has swirled the chocolate syrup in a spiral on my breasts, and he began to lick it up from the outside in, driving me crazy as he neared my nipple. Once there, Jesse suckled and nibbled, flicking every so often with his tongue, knowing he was making me hornier with every moment that passed. Remembering he still had another breast left, he proceeded to go through the same ritual with that one.
