Sketch: Food Play

Hands tied behind back, made to kneel, mouth open.

Cold, sweet mango juice slowly poured into mouth; told to hold it there till required, to keep the mouth open, no swallowing, no gagging. 

Touch plays down body, focuses on the sides, shoulders, neck, ears and arms. Slowly, like a flame being fanned, skin begins to radiate heat as arousal grows. 

Soft kisses brush the underside of jaw, trail down throat; slow licks lazily travel across trembling membranes of skin. 

Tongue slowly snakes into mouth; flicks at juice - just a taste. 

Lips clamp onto lips, and the juice is sucked out in a rush, tongue finding tongue, warmth replacing cold sweetness. Juice is passed back and forth, dripping from the corners of lips, down to the chin, along the jaw. It is licked at, tongue swirling, making patterns across skin, leaving a faint stickiness. 

When all the juice has been tasted, shared, swallowed, cold-warm mouth moves down and engulfs a breast, sucking on the nipple and massaging the flesh. Wet sucking fills the air. Cold-warm mouth moves to other breast, repeats.

Soft gasps. 

Hand reaches up and covers mouth, thumb reaching inside and hooking into warm, wet insides of cheek, grazing gums 'tween teeth and lips. 

Shivers.

Moans around thumb; eyes roll into back of head, eyelids flutter closed with a sigh. 

Surrender. 

Goosebumps travel across flesh in waves, are massaged away by hands, mouth, hair. Touch brushes collarbone lightly, a buzzing starts in the head. Stickiness is sought out by tongue, devoured by mouth, replaced with bruises. 

Sudden heat as molten chocolate is poured over collarbone, breasts, shoulders. Back arches, legs spread wider. The heat burns, trickling, then flowing down between breasts, over navel, tangling with pubic hair, stopping just short of outer lips.

Slow, languid licks spread, then wipe molten brown from collarbone, shoulders, navel. Breasts are toyed with, topped with cool whipped cream, savoured. Time draws into a thin, fine line stretching to infinity. 

Soft sighs.

Without warning, pushed onto back, hands still tied underneath, stickiness all over now. Legs spread wide, lips in and out on display.

Involuntary shiver.

Wait.

Breath.

Silence.

Raw, animalistic gasp of disbelief as molten chocolate is poured onto the lips, the clit, burning its way through throbbing heat and strands of wetness, fine pale lines in a stream of dark brown. Uncontrollable shaking as tongue laps at lips and clit, drinking the chocolate in. Heat meets warmth meets wetness meets lust meets orgasm.

Screams. 

Tears leak from eyelids; shaking stops, breathing regains pace. 

Tongue gently laps at fluids, licking, cleaning. 

Mouth moves up body, dealing with stray droplets of chocolate, juice, sweat. 

Hands reach around to untie wrists. 

Lips move to lips, share a kiss.

Eyes meet.