Persian rug. More candles lit the area, and a bowl of roses was centered on the coffee table with a grouping of candles.
“This is beautiful,” said Eva.
“As are you,” said Charles. He walked over and sat on the sofa. She left her heels on the rug and sunk into the cushions, tucking her feet under her. Another waiter appeared. He brought a covered silver dish, placing it on the table before them, and disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.
“That will be our last interruption for the evening,” said Charles. They heard the click of the door when the waiter left.
“Is this some kind of surprise dessert?” said Eva.
“Yes, it is a new recipe I am trying,” said Charles. He lifted up the silver platter’s cover to reveal a bed of Pop Rocks candy packets in every flavor, with two crystal dishes of sorbet placed amongst them. Eva laughed.
“Pop Rocks?” she said.
“Yes, Pop Rocks,” responded Charles. “A few weeks ago I overhead two of the waitresses talking about their favorite candies as children. One of them mentioned these things—Pop Rocks? And I had never heard of them. The other girl told me how delicious they were, and one day she brought in a packet of them. Watermelon. I tried them. And they are delicious.”
“We all loved them as kids,” said Eva, grinning. “And watermelon has always been my favorite.”
“I decided to try to make sorbet with them,” said Charles, “because I thought the culinary surprise of the popping combined with the intense flavor would be enjoyable in a frozen form. And so—voila! Watermelon Pop Rocks sorbet.”
She picked up her spoon and silver bowl and dug in. As soon as the frozen, carbonated watermelon magic hit her tongue, she giggled like a little girl.
“Oh my God, this is the most delicious thing ever.”
“I’m so glad you think so,” said Charles. He reached over, picked up a packet of Watermelon Pop Rocks, and sprinkled some on the top of each of their bowls. “The finishing touch.”
“Another bizarre thought about the Pop Rocks came into my mind,” said Charles. “And I would like to try that as well.” Raising a spoonful of the candy from its silver bowl, he took a mouthful of the candy, and leaned over to kiss Eva. She could feel the popping of the candy as soon as his lips touched hers. She instinctively opened her mouth. As their tongues met, the Pop Rocks sizzled and fizzed and popped audibly, and she wondered how she had existed for four decades without Pop Rocks kisses.
She put down her bowl and picked up a spoonful of strawberry Pop Rocks; there was a silver bowl of each flavor. “Have you tried the strawberry?” she asked.
“Yes, and it is also delicious,” said Charles. “Which is a word that reminds me of you.”
He took Eva in his arms and kissed her passionately, but she pushed him away playfully and filled her mouth with a spoonful of the strawberry Pop Rocks. Then, she kissed him back. She let some of the candy remain on her tongue as she licked his ear. He shuddered at the sound of the candy popping in his ear combined with the sensation of her tongue. He was already hard.
Eva reached down and felt his rising arousal.
“I think you like strawberry, too,” she said.
His large, strong hands slid underneath her sweater, running gently up her sides. She sighed. His hands gently caressed the outside of her pale teal silk bra, and her nipples rose to greet his fingers. He unfastened her bra. He lifted her sweater gently over her head. Placing her firmly onto the pillow at the corner of the couch, he caressed her breasts, teasingly moving his hands down her waist to where he knew she wanted them.
Her bra hit the floor as he picked up a spoonful watermelon Pop Rocks and took a mouthful. When his lips took in her breast, she arched her back and let out a tiny squeal. The sensation of the carbonated candy on her nipples was unprecedented. There was a slight grittiness to the texture of the small crystals ashis
“This is beautiful,” said Eva.
“As are you,” said Charles. He walked over and sat on the sofa. She left her heels on the rug and sunk into the cushions, tucking her feet under her. Another waiter appeared. He brought a covered silver dish, placing it on the table before them, and disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.
“That will be our last interruption for the evening,” said Charles. They heard the click of the door when the waiter left.
“Is this some kind of surprise dessert?” said Eva.
“Yes, it is a new recipe I am trying,” said Charles. He lifted up the silver platter’s cover to reveal a bed of Pop Rocks candy packets in every flavor, with two crystal dishes of sorbet placed amongst them. Eva laughed.
“Pop Rocks?” she said.
“Yes, Pop Rocks,” responded Charles. “A few weeks ago I overhead two of the waitresses talking about their favorite candies as children. One of them mentioned these things—Pop Rocks? And I had never heard of them. The other girl told me how delicious they were, and one day she brought in a packet of them. Watermelon. I tried them. And they are delicious.”
“We all loved them as kids,” said Eva, grinning. “And watermelon has always been my favorite.”
“I decided to try to make sorbet with them,” said Charles, “because I thought the culinary surprise of the popping combined with the intense flavor would be enjoyable in a frozen form. And so—voila! Watermelon Pop Rocks sorbet.”
She picked up her spoon and silver bowl and dug in. As soon as the frozen, carbonated watermelon magic hit her tongue, she giggled like a little girl.
“Oh my God, this is the most delicious thing ever.”
“I’m so glad you think so,” said Charles. He reached over, picked up a packet of Watermelon Pop Rocks, and sprinkled some on the top of each of their bowls. “The finishing touch.”
“Another bizarre thought about the Pop Rocks came into my mind,” said Charles. “And I would like to try that as well.” Raising a spoonful of the candy from its silver bowl, he took a mouthful of the candy, and leaned over to kiss Eva. She could feel the popping of the candy as soon as his lips touched hers. She instinctively opened her mouth. As their tongues met, the Pop Rocks sizzled and fizzed and popped audibly, and she wondered how she had existed for four decades without Pop Rocks kisses.
She put down her bowl and picked up a spoonful of strawberry Pop Rocks; there was a silver bowl of each flavor. “Have you tried the strawberry?” she asked.
“Yes, and it is also delicious,” said Charles. “Which is a word that reminds me of you.”
He took Eva in his arms and kissed her passionately, but she pushed him away playfully and filled her mouth with a spoonful of the strawberry Pop Rocks. Then, she kissed him back. She let some of the candy remain on her tongue as she licked his ear. He shuddered at the sound of the candy popping in his ear combined with the sensation of her tongue. He was already hard.
Eva reached down and felt his rising arousal.
“I think you like strawberry, too,” she said.
His large, strong hands slid underneath her sweater, running gently up her sides. She sighed. His hands gently caressed the outside of her pale teal silk bra, and her nipples rose to greet his fingers. He unfastened her bra. He lifted her sweater gently over her head. Placing her firmly onto the pillow at the corner of the couch, he caressed her breasts, teasingly moving his hands down her waist to where he knew she wanted them.
Her bra hit the floor as he picked up a spoonful watermelon Pop Rocks and took a mouthful. When his lips took in her breast, she arched her back and let out a tiny squeal. The sensation of the carbonated candy on her nipples was unprecedented. There was a slight grittiness to the texture of the small crystals ashis
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