Nourrissez-moi le Chocolat. (Feed me Chocolate)

"Check this out," said Gavin.

The room was dark lit making the view of the entire city skyline from her vantage point, magnificent. It was a beautiful Sydney evening, still cold. Saffron liked the cold. So did Gavin.

As Gavin sat on the couch beside her , she nestled in closer to him to share his warmth.

"Check this out, this is good shit," Gavin brought a finger laden with chocolate mousse to her lips and fed it to her. Surprised and delighted she licked the offering off his fingers.

"Your right," she said, "this is good shit."

Gavin was blessed with an easy going nature that rendered Saffron instantly comfortable.

As she lent back behind him the sound of chilled rhythm and base enveloped her and she smiled to herself. She couldn't have orchestrated a better evening. Gavin's hand held her chin and in the dark pulled her towards his lips.

He held chocolate mousse on his tongue. For Saffron it was one of the sexiest moments she could recall. That second, where the penny dropped. He's feeding me chocolate mousse off his tongue!

It felt like it was in slow motion.

His silhouette on the wall as he lent slightly forward she could appreciate his broad shoulders. An elegant frame. Slowly turning to her and arching his back to reach her . The feeling of the cold , delicate mousse juxtaposed with the warmth of his lips caressing her. The mousse shared between them as they played with it, back and forth with their tongues. His kisses were like honey.

She could feel desire take hold of her and as if prompted by instinct alone her body moved, rhythmically, in time with his.

Over his shoulder she could see the nightly cityscape, hear the beats, taste him. This was perfection, thought Saffron.

... maybe continued....maybe not ; )