The Icing on the Cake

By Tasamin

The dark mixture she swirled expertly with the wooden spoon at the stove. Its potent almost forbidden scent filled the kitchen in the farmhouse. The tantalizing scent provoked thoughts of with could be done with it. She had already baked a cake for dessert and was waiting for it to cool so she could decorate it with the chocolate.

Humming a melody only known to those lost in bliss. A familiar tune to anyone that has experienced that first rush. A combination of wonder, lust, and love all swirled into one heady concoction. That allowed the individual to think nothing could go wrong in the world on this day.

Especially since the reason for her bliss was mowing the lawn outside without a shirt. The sun glistened off the wide expanse of his back. The golden tan that was developing before her eyes held her entranced. The jeans were worn and faded and fit him snugly. The jean shorts he was wearing were frayed around the edges since he had cut them up himself. She longed to pull at those threads till nothing remained. His arms taut as he pushed the lawn mower ahead. Showing the pressure he exuded and the well defined muscles a sculpture come to life.

She took in a deep breath as she tried to control the emotions that were clouding her judgement and control. The urge to go out there and call him in was overwhelming. Then he turned around sensing her consistent gaze on him. He smiled knowingly that told her he knew what she was thinking. Bringing out in her emotions she thought were long since dormant.

Giving a quick smile she returned to work. Time had flown in her contemplation of Roy without even her noticing and now the cake was cool. It was time to decorate. A blank canvas lay in front of her the cake was a double layer yellow cake. Paintbrush in hand she gently dipped it in the chocolate mixture. She began painting chocolate flowers on the cake. She would begin with the initial flowers and then come back to trace the flowers again with more chocolate. One by one little forget-me-nots appeared on the cake. She was concentrating so fervently on the task that the world faded away.

So that when arms wrapped around her midsection she jumped a little startled at the contact. Roy laughed and kissed her neck softly on the side feeling the sunkissed lips filled her with heat.

"Pardon mon cher, I did not realize you were so entranced."

The fact that he could talk while holding her so intimately was always a mystery to her. Her mind always drifted to more sensual elements. What to do with that magnificent body boggled the mind and she always had to concentrate to keep her mind on the conversation.

"It looks beautiful. You have been busy. I have never thought of painting a cake with chocolate."

"I wanted it to be special." She responded slowly. As she tried to keep her hand from trembling since Roy it seems had no plans of moving from his position. She could feel the heat emanating form his legs since they were both in shorts. Every miniscule movement from his legs caused the hair on them to tickle her. Casing her to take in small breaths.

"It is always special with us." He said as he placed another kiss on her neck. The she saw a finger snaking towards the chocolate out of the corner of her eye. He dipped his finger in and it came out capped in chocolate. She turned to watch him slip the finger in

his mouth where he swirled his tongue around it. "Mmm, this is magnifique." He said as he licked his lips. A soft moan escaped her lips.

He smiled. It was full of mischief and suddenly a burst of inspiration filled his eyes. Then she watched as his eyes darkened with passion.

He spoke softly, "Are you done?"

She looked at him wondering what he was up to. "Just one more tracing and then I am."

"Good." He walked away from her. She missed his warmth instantly. Feeling bereft at the loss of his close presence. And he had only walked a few feet away. He was rummaging through drawers looking for something. While she quickly finished.

"Finally." He said softly.

He walked towards her brandishing another brush like a sword. She laughed at the playful pose he presented. Yet he wasn’t laughing, she had expected to hear him

say en garde, there was a swirling intensity of purpose in his stride as he walked closer to her. In that split second she had a tremor of fear and excitement vying for her attention.

Too much thinking, much to late to take action, for his hands were around her wait lifting her up on the counter next to the cake. She felt the smooth formica beneath her hands as she waited for an explanation.

Roy meanwhile was moving the cake out of reach. As he walked back his steps echoing on the wooden floor. He had yet to say a word. One hand reached for hers and the other moved to dip the paintbrush in the warm tasty chocolate.

The brush moved hovering above the skin of her hand waiting for permission to proceed. His eyes waiting with an infinite amount of patience held hers in place. Imperceptibly he received it. All that was heard was the swift intake of breath as the brush finally made its mark on her skin. She watched entranced as he began to draw. It was a warm, ticking sensation on her skin. It made her flush. He was drawing a carefully constructed daisy on the top of her hand. Her eyes drifted his head bent over in concentration. His hair almost covered his neck the hair that tickled when they were sleeping. His back was there for her perusal. The sunshine had left its mark on his skin painting it a dusky shade of gold that she longed to touch.

When he finished and admired his handy work, she began to move. His hand reached out quickly and rested on her thigh. "Non, I am not finished." He slightly moved and began to work on the other hand.

Realizing she had a narrow yet viable canvas open to her she grabbed her brush from the chocolate pot. She began swirling a design on his shoulder.

"Mon dieu," escaped his soft kissable lips.

"Fair is fair, Roy." She said huskily as she continued painting.

He was drawing the stem up her forearm. "I would never deny you anything." He said as he turned his back to her. This allowed her an opportunity to place the fragrant chocolate on a larger space.

Roy not one to remain idle for long lifted one of her legs to waist level so he could continue his artwork. With each brushstroke given and received the temperature in the room rose for the couple. For there was only one way this chocolate was coming off.

Desire was a palpable, breathable element that permeated the air. A note that was held captive without release, no simple touch would cure the hunger that was building between the two artists. It would have to be more than a simple caress for that left one burning for more. Merely adding to a fire that already blazed brightly. The desire needed to be quenched. Yet it was the delightful and torturous anticipation that made the release all the more intense and otherworldly.

He turned to face her his face colored by the sun filled with desire. His eyes were full of tumultuous passion. She could see the large vein on his necking throbbing. Imagining she could almost hear his heartbeat she waited.

Taking the decision out of her hands and gently took her hand. That touch lone was enough to send her heart rate into a frenzied beating. His head bent down and she felt him begin to clean away his art a moan escaped her lips as he began his slow ascent….

The End

This story ©Rita/Tasamin, 2000, Used with permission


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