Ink & appetites

Chapter 2

Chris's love for Ana was a guiding force, a constant in the whirlwind of change. He lived to love her, a fact he embraced wholeheartedly. Then, one unassuming September day, Ana returned home with a surprise. Her hair was dyed in a hue he had not seen since the day they met, igniting a sense of nostalgia and anticipation. She walked in with arms laden with grocery bags, brimming with strawberries and bars of dark chocolate.
Ana wasted no time heading to the kitchen, where she began melting the chocolate. Chris watched as she dipped the lush red strawberries into the decadent dark liquid, the chocolate clinging seductively to the fruit. The sight was mesmerizing, and Chris realized that this color would mark the beginning of yet another new chapter.
Ana turned to him, her eyes gleaming with mischief and love, "Ready for your next surprise?" she teased, a playful smirk playing on her lips.
Chris, his heart pounding with excitement and love, could only nod, wondering what this incredible woman would think of next. As the chocolate-covered strawberries cooled, their evening was just beginning to heat up.
As Chris brushed Ana's natural black hair out of her eyes, his fingers trailed gently down her face in a tender caress. Normally, he would have made a playful comment about her latest hair color or teased her with a suggestive remark linked to the shade. However, seeing Ana in her natural color for the first time in over a decade, something shifted within him. Her eyes, usually so full of fire and challenge, now reflected a vulnerability he had not seen since they grieved her mother's passing five years ago.
Moved by the unexpected depth of the moment, Chris leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, a silent acknowledgment of the shift he sensed in her. As they parted, his gaze drifted towards the kitchen counter, where an assortment of chocolate-dipped strawberries and other treats were artfully spread out. "What's all this about?" he asked, his curiosity piqued by the romantic setup.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Ana poked Chris' softly yielding stomach, hinting at his indulgent lifestyle. "Get in bed and you'll see," she teased, her voice a sultry promise of the pleasures to come.
Chris's heart raced as he followed her lead, the anticipation building with each step towards their bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting dancing shadows across the walls, setting a sensual ambiance. Ana guided him to the bed, her hands firm yet gentle, a silent communication of her intent to take charge tonight.
As he settled onto the soft sheets, Ana turned to retrieve a plate of the chocolate-covered strawberries, her movements graceful and deliberate. She returned to the bed, a strawberry in hand, and hovered it teasingly over Chris’s lips. The rich, sweet aroma of the chocolate mingled with the fresh zest of the strawberry filled his senses, making his mouth water in anticipation.
“Tonight, we indulge in every way,” Ana whispered, her voice low and seductive as she traced the chocolate-coated berry along Chris’s lips before feeding it to him. The burst of flavors was a mirror to the burst of emotions flooding Chris, driven by Ana's loving gestures and the intimacy of their shared moment.
Tonight was not just about exploring new dynamics or pushing boundaries; it was a deeper flavored with sweetness and a hint of nostalgia. As Ana continued to feed him, each bite was a reminder of their love.
Lying on the bed, Chris felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Ana's return to her natural hair color—a lush, flowing black that he had not seen since their early days—
She was the embodiment of confident allure, wearing nothing but her intricate tattoos. The sight of her, so bold and unashamed, sent a thrill through Chris. He felt suddenly over-dressed in his tight T-shirt and underpants, and made to remove them, only for Ana to stop him, pressing the fabric back against his skin as she straddled him. Her movements were deliberate, teasing, as she grounded against him, capturing his attention completely.
Chris looked up at his beautiful wife, taking in every detail of her tattoos. Each one had a story, a memory that they shared, and he loved when she chose to fill another empty spot on her canvas. However, his eyes always returned to one spot of bare, tan skin just above her belly button—a space Ana playfully claimed was reserved for him, though she never took his suggestions for what to place there, seriously.
As Ana fed him chocolate-covered strawberries, her hands roamed playfully over his body. Chris noticed she was not partaking in the treats herself. When he reached out to offer her one, she playfully slapped his hand away, shaking her finger at him in a clear message: tonight was about him.
Their playful night continued, and Chris began to feel the fullness in his stomach, his shirt tightening uncomfortably. Ana seemed energized by his discomfort, her movements becoming more fervent as she rode him. Chris groaned, overwhelmed by a mix of pleasure and the physical strain from his distended belly. The climax they reached together was intense, leaving them both breathless.
But Ana was not done. She shifted, her passion evident in her eyes, reminiscent of the fierce red of her previous hair color. Lowering herself onto his face, she continued their intimate play. Suddenly, he felt a warm fluid cascading down—Ana was pouring the remaining melted chocolate over Her sex as he indulged her with his tongue. The mix of flavors and sensations was overwhelming, and his stuffed stomach protested under the added pressure.
After Ana climaxed for the third time, she climbed off Chris and lay beside him, her hand gently caressing his swollen belly. The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing, the candles flickering softly in the background, casting a warm glow over their exhausted, sated bodies.
In this quiet afterglow, Chris fell into a deep sleep alongside Ana both exhausted for the night's experiences.