“Yes, you caught me, I was looking, but I can’t help it.” I lean back onto my hands and stick my chest out. “Now, get busy.”
“Are you always so bossy?” he asks as he dips his finger into the frosting and spreads a generous amount onto each erect nipple. I try to keep still as best I can but am quickly getting worked up. But let’s be honest here, I’ve been worked up from this man since I fell into his lap. He looks so focused, so meticulous with his pattern he’s drawing on me that it makes me vibrate with silent laughter against his hands. “Stop squirming.” He scoops another glob out of the bowl and trails it down the center of my stomach, swirling the pink sugariness onto my clit. I bite my lip to keep from jerking, watching him set the bowl onto the wood next to me and step back, admiring his creation.
“You like?” I ask, my eyes glued to his massive erection, which I am aching to jump on.
His hand strokes his jaw as he studies me. “Fuck, yes.” His eyes flick up to mine and I clutch the edge of the workbench with my hands. Shit, his sex stare could melt me like a candle. Moving quickly to bridge the space between us, his hand grips my head and crashes my mouth against his. He’s rough, swiping into my mouth with his tongue, his breath hot and minty on my face. We’re all lips, tongues, and bursts of air as he sucks and bites my lip, the tiny pain of it fueling my desire for him. Breaking away to ease me back onto the wood, his tongue darts out and licks the icing off my left breast.
“Oh, yes.” I tangle my hands into his hair as he strokes my nipple with his tongue, pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard before releasing it.
“Mmmm, you taste almost too good.” His mouth moves to my right breast where he licks it clean before flicking my nipple. He sits up and stares down at me. “Now what?” he asks, and I know the look on my face is one of pure delight. Am I in control of this?
“Lick me.”
“Be specific, love.”
I sit up quickly and wrap my hand around his cock, hearing a sharp gasp from him as he grabs my neck. He shakes his head and removes my hand gently, causing me to frown.
“Not yet.” He guides me back down onto my back and I playfully try to reach him as he bats my hands away. “You were telling me to lick you, and I want to know where.”
I smirk. “You know exactly where.”
He shrugs and slowly begins tracing my belly button, moving the icing around and causing my stomach to clench. “Where, Dylan?” Good Lord, the man is persistent. I wish I found that to be anything but a major turn on.
Okay, I can do this. I clamp my eyes shut. “Reese, please lick my pussy until I come in your mouth, and then fuck me until I can’t walk.” Slowly peeking one eye open, I find a very amused man staring down at me with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. I can’t help but laugh. “You’re a pervert.”
“So are you.” Dropping in front of me, he latches onto my clit and sucks hard. I groan loudly and arch my back, feeling his hands grip my ankles and plant my feet flat down on the wood. I’m completely open to him and go to drop my feet off the sides when he holds them in place.
“Move and I stop.”
I stare down my body and look into his bright green eyes. “Seriously?” I shake my head quickly. Crap. I feel so exposed like this. He can see everything.
He keeps his eyes on me as he trails sweet kisses on my inner thighs. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Dylan? Every single part of you. Especially here.” His hand brushes between my legs and I whimper. “I want to see you like this.” Well, in that case. I drop my head back and firmly plant my feet, letting go of my anxiety and opening up to him and his extremely talented mouth.
“Oh, yes.” I move my hips against him as he slowly strokes up my length and around my clit, licking off every bit of icing. I want him to pull me into his mouth and suck hard, knowing full well that when he does, I will surely lose my mind. But he doesn’t. He keeps up the rhythm of deep caresses, swiping just over or just under my clit and driving me insane. He only dips his tongue into me just enough to make me grip his head with my thighs and then he slowly removes it.
“You’re so close, love.”
“I know that. Why aren’t you letting me come?” My climax is there, right there, and he’s toying with it. My body is shaking on the hard wood, the slight chill of it cooling down my heated skin.
“I can feel you pulsing against my tongue. I want you to come, Dylan. I really do.” He gives me slow even laps with his tongue, swirling and dipping. Brushing just over my clit, I bring my hips up to make him go where I want him, where I need him, but his hand quickly clamps down on my stomach and presses me to the table.
“Please. I need… please just... little lower. No higher. Please. What the fuck?”