Chase's POV:

After proving that I was in fact the energizer bunny in the bed and in the shower, it was dark outside and I'd worked up one hell of an appetite. Oh, I was still ravenous for Delilah and her body but a man needed food to keep his stamina. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, I saw it was nearly 11:00pm. Too late to order out but thankfully the owners of the cabin always stocked the house with food for their guests.

The two of us were standing in front of the refrigerator trying to decide on something when Delilah spoke. "I know what I want to do with this." She said, making me look down to see what she had found. In her hand was a jar of that sticky chocolate that you would use for sundaes. Visions of licking every inch of her body free of chocolate popped into my mind before her words really sank in.

"What do you have in mind baby."

"Well, you have sure given me a hell of a lot of attention so I think its time that I repay the favor. Starting with me licking this whole jar of chocolate off every inch of your body. Ending with this." She said, wrapping her hands around my cock since we had both skipped clothing to come forage for food. A hiss escaped my lips and she slid her hand up and down my shaft, twisting her wrist when she reached the tip. That image of her mouth on my cock from earlier popped into my mind once more, only this time it was more erotic than before. Before, I'd just wanted a first class blow job. But now? Now I wanted the blow job plus the slow and seductive mood that she was about to set.

"Have your way baby. Just tell me what you want." I said, my hunger for food no longer at the forefront of my mind. Oh, I was hungry, but for Delilah instead.

"Lay down on the counter." She said, pointing to the huge granite island that filled the center of the kitchen.

"Like this?" I asked as I walked over to the island and lifted myself up onto the counter, laying back and I let my legs dangle over the edge.

"Nope, all the way up." I scooted my way up onto the counter -something that was hard considering I was stark naked and trying to slide across polished granite. As I moved, items clattered to the floor, bouncing off the hardwoods making Delilah giggle. Once my entire height was stretched across the island, Delilah walked to the edge of the counter and smiled down seductively at me. "Hmmm, where should I start?"

"Maybe warming it up first?" I said, my heart pounding with anticipation. "Make it easier to pour."

"Your right." She said. I watched as she added an extra sway to her hips with each step she took as she walked over to the microwave. Damn her ass was practically hypnotic.

A few moments later, Delilah returned with the freshly warmed fudge and stopped at the edge of the counter. "I'm going to love every damn minute of this." She said, settling the jar onto the counter before using one of the stools to help her up onto the surface. Tanned legs bracketed my hips ass my cock settled between her ass cheeks.

"Ready?"

"Yes." I replied, practically panting. I watched with bated breath as Delilah lifted the jar. The chocolate was the prefect temperature but it was the thought of what she was about to do that made me hit when the first drop landed in the center of my chest. My cock grew mimicked the granite I was laying against as she drizzled the chocolate over my chest. Unable to take my eyes off her, I let my sense of touch tell me where she was placing the chocolate.

"This is going to be fun." She said, settling the jar of chocolate onto the counter above my head so it didn't get knocked off.

With slow, deliberate licks, she followed the trail of chocolate across my chest, suckling my nipples much like I'd done hers earlier. Her teeth grazed over the hardened points making my abs ripple as my cock jumped begging for attention. Delilah must have felt hit because I felt more her smile against my chest as she whispered "Your turn is coming. I promise." With each pass she made across my chest, I felt myself getting more turned on than I had even been in my entire life, not even when I was a teenager just discovering my brother Casey's collection of Hustler's that he kept tucked under his mattress. The tits I'd seen in those magazines had been the first set of tits I'd ever seen and had been the standard by which I compared all others after that. But seeing Delilah naked, straddling my lips, licking chocolate from my body, all while her tits begged to be suckled, I knew that that standard was forever changed. She would be the standard from here on out.

"All clean" she whispered as she leaned up and gave me a quick kiss before leaning back and looking down at me. I could taste the chocolate on her tongue and he made me growl. I'd always had a sweet tooth but the combination of chocolate and Delilah was my new favorite. "Time to head south." I was rendered speechless. Like seriously, I couldn't form words. I couldn't even make my head nod.

With a seductive smirk, Delilah shifted on my lap, scooting down the counter but not before grabbing her jar of chocolate. I watched unmoving as she lifted the jar and poured some over my hips before moving lower. Since my cock was doing its best impression of the Washington Monument, she poured the warm chocolate over the head of my cock, letting it run down the sides, leaving a trail of stickiness in its path.

Without warning, Delilah wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking the chocolate from the tip. My hands flew to her hair, my long fingers tangling in the locks and tugging, begging her to ease up on the pressure before I shot off like a pubescent teen who was getting his dick sucked for the first time. But Delilah did the opposite. She sucked harder, flicking her tongue over the tip and adding pressure to the slit at the tip. The growl that came from deep within my chest was unlike anything I'd ever heard before. It was purely animalistic.

Just when I could feel the tingle in my spine telling me that I was going to cum harder than I had all night, Delilah eased up the pressure and trailed the tip of her tongue along the veins of my cock. My wanted to scream in frustration at being so close to coming and having it denied but I was also glad that she had stopped because I was enjoying the best fucking blow job I'd ever gotten. I didn't want it to be over just yet.

"Mmmm, chocolate and you might be the best thing I've ever tasted." She said before lowering her mouth back over my cock.

Setting up a slow rhythm, Delilah began to bob her head slowly, taking me so deep into her throat that I feel the tip pushing past the dangly thing in the back. Does the woman have a gag reflex? My balls tightened with the need to cum. Before I could even think about starving off the impending orgasm, it shot though me with so much force that my hips lifted from the table and I screamed her name. Yes. Me, Chase Rice, had all of a sudden turned into a screamer. But Delilah still didn't stop. Not until she was sure that she had sucked me dry.

"I stand corrected. You, Chocolate, and cum are my favorite combination." She said, using her thumbs to wipe the sides of her mouth before sucking it off.

"Come here." I said, sitting up and dragging her into my lap so that she was straddling me. "I've never came so fucking hard in my life. Don't think I'm ever going to look at a hot fudge and not think of your mouth wrapped around my cock."

"Good." She said with pride.

"Staking claim?" I asked, raising an eyebrow?

"I-I didn't mean –" stuttered Delilah. Clearly she wasn't of the same mind as me that this weekend was going to be one that changed everything for us. I'm not sure when I made my mind up that I was going to do everything in my power to make her mine this weekend but I knew that was the goal. I just had to get her on the same page as me.

"Relax. I didn't mean anything by it." I said. "But let me just tell you, that if you wanted to stake a claim over me, just know that I would be okay with that."

"You would?"

"Fuck yes." I said, placing my hands gently on either side of her face and tilting her head back so that I could look into her beautiful eyes. "In fact, I would be more that okay with it. This thing between us might have started out as a one-night thing but I think you and I both know that were aren't sticking to any one-night standards. If that had been the case, I wouldn't have spent hours fuckign you senseless that weekend in Nashville. I wouldn't have spent hours fucking you the next morning, and I damn sure wouldn't have just spent hours fucking you in a cabin that I rented so that we could spend some time together alone. If this was simply a one night thing, don't you agree that we would have went out separate ways and he wouldn't have been thinking about having one another for another night?"

"Chase –"

"Dee, just turn your brain off. We have a whole weekend to get out feel of one another. If at the end of the weekend nothing had changed and you still want to hook up anytime were in the same state, we can go back to that. But I'm warning you now, I know what I want and I'm not a man used to not having his way."

"Okay." She replied softly.

Wrapping my arms around her, I held her tightly and let the conversation and the acts that led up to it replay in my head. I'd promised her a weekend and to give her space if she wanted but I was lying. There was no way that I was going to go on with my day to day and not have her in my life.