First Line Challenge - "You know I'm naked beneath my chocolate"

You know, I'm naked beneath my Chocolate.

And there is nowhere else in the universe I would rather be. My knees are also up around my ears, if you must know, and my Chocolate is surging into me with practiced and deliberate control and skill. I am not aware of effort he is making on my behalf right now though, all I know, in this moment, is that it feels good. I could die, honestly die, in this moment, and never regret a thing.

I'm looking up at his face. His deep violet eyes are lidded, his eyebrows angled slightly downward in the center with concentration. His jaw is moving with the sighs and moans that escape his beautiful lips. He is calling my name, panting out praises that I can hardly believe I deserve... I'm so tight, I'm so hot, I'm so beautiful... they cause me to arch and beg with my body in answer. His long black hair is falling around me like a curtain of silk, and the room disappears until it's just his face, his body, and my longing.

I run my hands over the smooth, dark, mocha skin of his shoulders. My fingers ripple over perfectly cut triceps and come to rest on the tips of his slightly bent elbows. I love his skin. It's like milk chocolate just slightly lightened by the rich silky cream. I love his scent, like vanilla and almond... and musk, and his now-labored breath has just the barest hint of vermouth on it.

I watch his forehead bead with the sweat of his exertions. He is groaning now... yes... it's good, so good... yes I'm yours my love... I want it. Red heat. Damp lust. Unbridled hunger. I shiver. I pant and moan and beg. Please. More. Harder.

And then finally, the holy grail of our passion is attainable. I reach for it, grasp it with shaking fingers, pull it inside me. Yes! And then I give it to my chocolate lover to drink, deeply. His climax is a dam breaking loose, and I drown in its violent waves.