Very small 'story'. But I like it ... maybe because everyone's imagination will supply their own special ending. If anyone want to post a continuation, please go ahead ... xxxxxx

For no reason at all, you’ve turned up with champagne and chocolates. Dark Belgian chocolates. My favourites.
The lights are turned down low, soft music is playing and we are drinking champagne on the couch. You give me the menu from the box of chocolates, and ask me to choose. I ask for the soft orange cream, and instead of giving it to me, you run it across my lips, leaving chocolate trails for my tongue to lick.
You let me bite a small piece from the chocolate, and when I try to take more, you move it away. My tongue  keeps licking my lips and we both know what we’re thinking. When we finally get to the last piece, your fingers are covered in chocolate. I take the last piece in my mouth, and take hold of your hand, my eyes never leaving yours. One by one I suck your fingers into my mouth and my tongue licks them clean.
You’re breathing hard, imagining my mouth and my tongue on your cock, licking and sucking.
When I’ve finished with every finger, I hold your face in my hands and kiss you, my tongue running across your lips, then probing deep inside your mouth, letting you taste the chocolate, your tongue stroking mine ….