Wednesday was Chocolate Extravaganza Night. Marcela dipped the brush into the chocolate jar now, and a heady scent wafted in the air, making Marcela’s mouth water in anticipation. The mixture of smells caused by the rich chocolate and the aromatic candles burning brightly around the bedroom made her skin tingle. Marcela held the dripping brush between thumb and forefinger and straddled Cuca’s body tighter to make sure she wouldn’t move. Carefully, she painted a small heart around her erect right nipple.

 

“Hmmm,” Cuca purred with her eyes shut, stretching like a contented cat.

 

Marcela finished painting another chocolate heart around Cuca’s left nipple and then traced a line from her neck to her belly button. Outside, the tide was rising, and the sound of waves crashing against the coast and rolling on the beach had increased to a persistent roar.

 

She lowered her head and started licking the chocolate off Cuca’s body methodically, in the same order she’d applied it. First, she stroked the hearts, being careful not to touch the nipples, scooping the warm chocolate with the tip of her tongue. When she was satisfied that all the chocolate was gone from Cuca’s heaving breasts, she started working her way down the thick chocolate line, savoring the taste and the aroma, until she reached Cuca’s belly button.

 

And then she stopped, taking in the scene, an artist watching her canvas. Cuca squirmed, breathing hard, her body flushed and covered with goose bumps.  Her back arched.

 

“Lower,” she moaned. “Please.”