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Sweets for the Sweet	By : lalaland Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 6228 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author's note: Same disclaimers and stuff that were in the first part. I just saw some typos in the first chapter, but they are tiny so I'm leaving it alone. Here's the second part. Sorry I forgot to post it. My bad. Anywho, thanks to my lone reviewer. It really made my day that you liked the story. I hope the second part lives up to your expectations. I actually have lots more Anita/Jean-Claude stories, but they are so... NC-17 that I have to work my way up to posting them, since I'm a tad shy. They'll be up one day. But only after I finish editing Good Morning. No posting of unfinished stories for me!! Enjoy....................

1:15AM had me standing outside the Circus with my cooler. Jean-Claude was opening the door for me even as my hand was reaching for the knob.
I froze as I stared up into his beautiful face. He was wearing all black again. Black leather boots with silver fastenings to mid thigh, which he usually wore, but tonight I suspected they were for my benefit as well. His tight black pants had a sheen to them. The shirt was a typical men's working shirt, completely unbuttoned and exposing his whole front, from cross shaped burn to slim defined abs. I finally managed to pull my gaze away from his stomach, realizing I had been ogling him like a teenager.
"Hel-mmph," I said, as Jean-Claude leaned down to kiss me.
The crash of the cooler as it slipped out of my nerveless fingers brought me back to my senses. "No, no," I wagged my finger at him. "I have a surprise for you ."
"What surprise is that, ma petite?" he purred at me.
I shivered and pulled away from the fingers that were trailing up and down my spine. "You'll see." I picked up the cooler and squealed as he reached for me again. I scampered down the stairs to his bedroom with him in close pursuit.
We stood in his bedroom panting. Today the bed hangings were a deep maroon, as were the silk sheets and comforter. He leaned back against the bedroom door with a tiny smile flitting across his lips, part pose, part body language for letting me know he wasn't letting me go anywhere.
"So, ma petite, I ask again, what is this surprise? I assume it has something to do with that red and white plastic container you are carrying."
"We're going to have desert."
He pushed away from the door and let out an exasperated sigh. "Ma petite, not that I do not appreciate the gesture, I love tasting food through you, but perhaps after. There are many things I wish to try tonight." He arched his eyebrow at me and began stalking towards my position. The heat in his eyes made me want to postpone my plan and simply melt in his arms, but then I thought of the picture he would make, and I clenched tight, suddenly sopping wet.
"No," I said firmly, and he stopped in sise.ise. "We are going to have dessert. YOU are going to be the dessert. Now off with those clothes."
His mouth dropped open a little. Sometimes he seemed surprised by the things I thought up. I guess he still saw me as an innocent in sexual matters. Well, I guess compared to him I was an innocent.
He took me into his arms and gave me a gentle kiss, and a not so gentle grind with his erection. My knees buckled, but then quick as a flash, I was holding nothing but air. I looked around and there was Jean-Claude lying naked, spread eagle on the bed, porcelain body framed by rich, dark color. He fluttered his eyelashes at me.
"Jerk," I muttered under my breath, since seeing him naked robbed me of my ability to chastise him for clouding my mind while he moved.
"Ma petite, ma petite. You have certainly mastered the art of verbal foreplay. How can I resist?" He trailed his fingers down his stomach to where his erection grazed his belly. I watched, dry mouthed, as his fingers slid down the shaft, unable to think of a good comeback.
I leaned over the bed and put my hand on top of his and squeezed. His breath came out in a gasp, but then I pulled his hand away. He let me place his arm back on the bed.
I moved to stand in front of the base of the bed so Jean-Claude could get a better view. Typical to our encounters, my heart beat had already started to pound in my throat and embarrassingly enough, my nipples.
I had stopped home after work for a quick shower and to get the cooler, so I was fresh and ready to go. I only killed chickens tonight because I didn't want any painful cuts to impede my ability to touch Jean-Claude, although he probably would have appreciated the blood.
Without further ado, I gave him a smile as I toed off my shoes and socks and pulled off my sweater. His eyes lit up. I swear it was a total coincidence that I happened to be wearing a deep burgundy satin and lace bra that echoed the colors he had chosen for the room. Hmmmm. Strange though. Anyway, back to the business at hand.
The lower satin half of the bra pushed up the curves of my breasts, while the lacy upper part of the cup allowed my tightened nipples to peak through. Jean-Claude lifted his head slightly off the bed to get a better view as I undid the buttons on my jeans. I shimmied out of them, giving a little more hip movement than was necessary, but I knew Jean-Claude would like it. I also knew Jean-Claude would like the matching panties. The center was the burgundy satin but the sides that banded my hips were lace. They rode low on my hips and didn't give my legs any extra length, but that was fine, because Jean-Claude loved my legs just the way they were. By the slight curl of his lip, I could tell that he also appreciated the way the underwear emphasized the flair of my hips.
I put a sway to my step as I walked back to the side of the bed and clambered up with the cooler. Unable to help myself I rubbed my hip along Jean-Claude's cool, naked thigh. I leaned and put one arm on either side of Jean-Claude's body to give him a kiss, not letting our bodies touch anymore than they already were. My hair fell over my face, and I moaned as his soft lips moved against mine. It was my moan that brought me back, and I sat up, pulling my eyes away from Jean-Claude's heated gaze.
"Close your eyes," I said, even though I knew he would probably smell what I was going to put on him. I threw the top of the cooler to the floor and pulled out a container of Ben and Jerry's chocolate icecream and a scooper. I had figured straight vanilla would be too ironic, not to mention inaccurate. I gently lay one scoop on the pebbled nipple closest to me. He hissed. The other nipple got a similar treatment.
I grabbed the tube of Ready whip and holding the cool, long tube made my insides clench again, as if I were grasping at Jean-Claude's body as it entered mine. I looked down at the Ready whip. Wow, a long, cylindrical object that spurted out white stuff. What marketing genius came up with this idea?
The hiss of the spout made him flinch but he didn't get up. I graced each mound of icecream with a dollop of whipped creme. I tilted my head and decided to connect the 2 mounds with a line of the w stu stuff. Yes, that was very nice. Feeling artistic and a tad naughty, I made another line going down from the first, but stopped before I could get near his erection, which had actually twitched in anticipation.
"Ma petite," Jean-Claude chastised.
A giggle burst from my throat. I smiled as I realized that I had been giggling a lot more recently, and I gave Jean-Claude another light kiss on the lips, careful not to let my body mess up my artwork.
I trailed my fingers lightly over his ribs and then his abs. I added a little dot of whipped cream to each little hill of muscle on his stomach. I put another dab on each hip bone. I massaged his thighs, and his legs fell apart just a little bit more as he gave a contented sigh. I got between them, and heat burned along my legs from where they touched his.
Not being able to wait anymore, I pulled his erection away from his body to continue the line down to the nest of black hair. Even that hair was baby fine and soft, I thought ruefully as I trailed my fingers though it. His cock pulsed once in my fingers and then I let it fall back against his stomach. I put another line of whipped creme on the underside of the shaft, and then drew a little smiley face on his testicles. I let out another hysterical giggle.
"What?" Jean-Claude was lifted his head off the bed, eyes still closed.
I cleared my throat. "Nothing."
Next, I squeezed chocolate syrup in swirls over the whipped creme, and as a treat to Jean-Claude a put a shiny black berry on every pile of whipped creme big enough to support its weight. I gave the smiley face 2 black berry eyes. I pressed another against the V-shaped notch at the head of his penis, and surprisingly enough it stayed. He groaned again.
Even though, I had meant to start up top, my tongue snuck out and scooped one of the smiley face's black berry eyes into my mouth. Jean-Claude's whole body tensed, then trembled. I looked up, and his mouth was hanging open. His tongue came out and licked his lips as if he was truly eating the berry and creme.
I moved next to his body again, and bent my head to gather the 2 black berries on his chest, firm and ripe just like the nipples that the ice cream was hiding.
I lapped away at the 2 mini sundaes, letting the flavor roll around on my tongue. Jean-Claude let out an "mmmmm" when I reached the chocolate, which was good because I wasn't sure if he would enjoy the chocolate ice cream. I slowed down the licks as the texture of his nipples came through. I mouthed and sucked at each one contentedly until there was no more hint of chocolate flavor. His hands came up to cradle the back of my head but I didn't mind. I cleaned the trail along his chest, stopping along the way to casually chew the blackberries with my lips pressed gently against his skin, with the occasional nip.
By the time I made it back down to his erection, it was shiny and more red tinged than before underneath all the ready whip. I slid my tongue up along his shaft, and nibbled at the blackberry at the end. His hips raised off the bed a little.
"Ma petite," he pleaded, his voice hoarse. I sucked each drawn up testicle into my mouth, thereby putting an end to Mr. Happy, the smiley face. However, the real Mr. Happy was still waiting. I rested my head on his hip bone as my tongue darted out to reach the whipped creme that his cock was laying on.
I inhaled the usual musky scent of him, mixed with his scented soap, and today, whipped creme and chocolate. I grasped the root and was rewarded with a moan and a shudder. I pressed a soft kiss to the underside of the head and took him into my mouth. Now, the angle was a tad awkward, but I found I just couldn't move myself out of the straddle position across one of his thighs. I ground down hard, and let out a little whimper as he, always the gentleman, pressed his leg back up at me. I swirled my tongue as I moved my head. I knew that some women didn't enjoy giving oral sex, but I loved it. My free hand kneaded his hip happily, half for support, half for the pleasure of touching him, as I found my rhythm.
It wasn't just him grinding against my clit that made my wetness soak my panties and his lower thigh. It was the feel of him in my mouth, the smooth plum shaped head, the silky skin that covered something so surprisingly hard, and the occasional taste of sugar and chocolate syrup. His hands played with the strands of my hair, the nape of my neck.
Between the taste of him, the circular movement of my hips, and his occasional deep moan, I was ready to come. I could feel it in the tingling of my belly, the heat in my clit, the trembling of my arms. I gave a long moan. He was with me, though. His skin shone like starlight, and I risked a quick glimpse upward to see his eyes completely drowned in glowing midnight blue, as he stared down e, we, watching me.
His cock swelled in my mouth, and his hands clenched down in my hair. He stiffened and I heard his throat rumble with a growl worthy of a lycanthrope as his shaft jerked and he erupted into my mouth. I whimpered around him, as the orgasm flitted around my center. I had enough sense to let go as it hit me completely, and I buried my face against him as I pressed hard against his thigh. The energy of our ardeurs prickled along my skin as we exchanged energy and I cried out at the added stimulation of my nerves, as white light took over my vision.
I lay there panting and 2 pale forms came at me. I realized it was Jean-Claude's finger with a smidgen of whipped creme on the tip. I sighed. He really was insatiable, I thought, as I sucked the offering into my mouth. I crawled up his body.
"Did you like?" I asked breathily.
"I liked," he said and pulled me down for a kiss. I put my handhis his chest and realized how sticky it was.
"I guess now we need a bath."
"As my lady wishes."
Not more than 2 seconds later, I was slung over Jean-Claude's shoulders, headed to the bathroom. Being slightly obsessed with tub sex was another thing easy to love about him. But the sneaky bastard had used another mind trick on me. That's it. He was going to get it now.
"You, you....ahhhhhh," I said as his hand slid up my thigh to recently satisfied areas, still moist and hot. Yep, I'll yell at him later. Much, much later.
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much, much later:
We were lying in Jean-Claude's bed. I was sprawled across his chest, watching him pull a single, tightly curled lock straight and then release it, bouncing back with the others.
"I must say, ma petite, I am surprised that you had so many sweets. Just last week you yelled at me for offering you a single m&m."
"That was last week," I managed to say against his skin. Hadn't I already told him that I wasn't consistent, only serious?
"I had no idea that you would acknowledge my desires this soon," he said.
I rolled my face back into his skin. What was he talking about.
"I mean, I only sent you that dream last night, or rather early in the hours of the morning.... I had no idea you would act so quickly on it, or that it would even have such an effect on you."
Oh. My. God. It wasn't my idea. It was his idea. He invaded my mind!! I shot upright. "You invaded my mind!! I can't believe you did that. You-"
He leaned up and kissed me, and his voice echoed through my head: It was just a little dream, ma petite. Just a little something to help you have a pleasant sleep. In the dream that I sent, it was me eating the icecream off of you, such things that I cannot do in real life. Tonight, will be something I always remember.
Well, that was kind of sweet. But, no, I was angry, really, really angry, and him kissing me sweetly would not sway me. I would not be swayed. Nope, not me. Nev- ooooooohhhhh.. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Jean-Claude.........
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