writing prompt: navel
Navel
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It was, perhaps, the navel that Jeremy wanted to see most. Lick most. Touch most. He didn't quite know why, maybe because it was in the center of Christine's belly. Maybe because it was connected to her center of life, her womb and one day he hoped to be the man to fill it. Maybe because it was just a little dip in her skin, one where he could lick and nip and even drink from if he filled it with something.
Today, or should he say tonight, he was hoping to drink from it. He was just waiting for her to wake from her slumber. The one vampires fell into during the day time. The one where they were virtually dead to the world. Not completely though. He had once spent an entire day with his head on her chest to listen to hear heart, slowed down but still beating.
Now though, he had melted chocolate mixed with some cream and a little bit of salt and a teensy bit of cayenne pepper and some paprika, cooling next to the bed in a bowl. It was kept just liquid over a candle, and as Christine slept, he used it to draw patterns on her naked body, covering her with the sticky goo. She wasn't far from waking, the sun was setting and she was breathing shallowly, but faster than she had. She was waking up and he knew she didn't mind being touched, caressed and tormented as she did. He drew circles around her nipples and her navel, before drawing his name in small precise letters and her name, encircled by a heart. He traced her sternum, her clavicles and her ribs, making a royal mess of her and dripping liquid chocolate on the bed. He didn't care. They were just sheets.
To this day he was suprised she didn't need a coffin and dirt to sleep in, so unlike the vampire legends, but he was broken out of his reverie as Christine spoke.
"Jeremy?" she asked, her voice still rough from sleep. "Why am I covered with chocolate?" She sounded amused, not upset.
"So I can lick it off you," Jeremy answered, sounding perfectly reasonable.
"Ah, silly me. I should have realised," Christine smiled as she said it. It was clear where Jeremy's mind was going. She waved her hand. "Be my guest."
Jeremy took his time, licking first down her clavicles before kissing her, sharing the taste of her chocolate covered skin with her. Feeling her fangs grow in his mouth, and careful to avoid them, he carried on, kissing her jaw and nibbling on an earlobe, feeling her heart rate speed up as he kissed down her breastbone. He ignored the brown-painted nipples and her lovely breasts for the moment. He'd get around to them later. This evening he wanted to explore her navel. Her seat of power, the place where her chi rested if you believed the martial arts teachers. Her center of gravity. He poured a little of the warm chocolate into her navel, watching it run with streaks down the sides of her belly before lapping at one, tasting it and following it right the way up to the source. He wanted more, and he dipped his tongue in, drinking as a wolf would do. The chocolate, already creamy and rich on his tongue, was now overwhelming, and he drew back, only to try again and again until she was still covered with chocolate but the tiny pool was gone. Until he could lick and bite around it.
He listened to her sounds as he did, listened to them getting louder and louder, more delicious with the moment and it wasn't long before he realised he had her on the brink of an orgasm without having touched her any further. He was amazed by it and wondered if he could actually get her that far, amazed that it was possible. With that in mind, he redoubled his efforts until she cried out and shuddered under his tongue and lips, and he crawled back up as she caught her breath. He kissed her in between gasps, and smiled smugly at her. "Good morning! " he added, as she laughed. Yes, it was a good morning indeed.
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It was, perhaps, the navel that Jeremy wanted to see most. Lick most. Touch most. He didn't quite know why, maybe because it was in the center of Christine's belly. Maybe because it was connected to her center of life, her womb and one day he hoped to be the man to fill it. Maybe because it was just a little dip in her skin, one where he could lick and nip and even drink from if he filled it with something.
Today, or should he say tonight, he was hoping to drink from it. He was just waiting for her to wake from her slumber. The one vampires fell into during the day time. The one where they were virtually dead to the world. Not completely though. He had once spent an entire day with his head on her chest to listen to hear heart, slowed down but still beating.
Now though, he had melted chocolate mixed with some cream and a little bit of salt and a teensy bit of cayenne pepper and some paprika, cooling next to the bed in a bowl. It was kept just liquid over a candle, and as Christine slept, he used it to draw patterns on her naked body, covering her with the sticky goo. She wasn't far from waking, the sun was setting and she was breathing shallowly, but faster than she had. She was waking up and he knew she didn't mind being touched, caressed and tormented as she did. He drew circles around her nipples and her navel, before drawing his name in small precise letters and her name, encircled by a heart. He traced her sternum, her clavicles and her ribs, making a royal mess of her and dripping liquid chocolate on the bed. He didn't care. They were just sheets.
To this day he was suprised she didn't need a coffin and dirt to sleep in, so unlike the vampire legends, but he was broken out of his reverie as Christine spoke.
"Jeremy?" she asked, her voice still rough from sleep. "Why am I covered with chocolate?" She sounded amused, not upset.
"So I can lick it off you," Jeremy answered, sounding perfectly reasonable.
"Ah, silly me. I should have realised," Christine smiled as she said it. It was clear where Jeremy's mind was going. She waved her hand. "Be my guest."
Jeremy took his time, licking first down her clavicles before kissing her, sharing the taste of her chocolate covered skin with her. Feeling her fangs grow in his mouth, and careful to avoid them, he carried on, kissing her jaw and nibbling on an earlobe, feeling her heart rate speed up as he kissed down her breastbone. He ignored the brown-painted nipples and her lovely breasts for the moment. He'd get around to them later. This evening he wanted to explore her navel. Her seat of power, the place where her chi rested if you believed the martial arts teachers. Her center of gravity. He poured a little of the warm chocolate into her navel, watching it run with streaks down the sides of her belly before lapping at one, tasting it and following it right the way up to the source. He wanted more, and he dipped his tongue in, drinking as a wolf would do. The chocolate, already creamy and rich on his tongue, was now overwhelming, and he drew back, only to try again and again until she was still covered with chocolate but the tiny pool was gone. Until he could lick and bite around it.
He listened to her sounds as he did, listened to them getting louder and louder, more delicious with the moment and it wasn't long before he realised he had her on the brink of an orgasm without having touched her any further. He was amazed by it and wondered if he could actually get her that far, amazed that it was possible. With that in mind, he redoubled his efforts until she cried out and shuddered under his tongue and lips, and he crawled back up as she caught her breath. He kissed her in between gasps, and smiled smugly at her. "Good morning! " he added, as she laughed. Yes, it was a good morning indeed.