“Yummy.”
“Yes, it is. Be still. You’ve got a little bit on your mouth.”
He leaned and flicked his tongue over the corner of her mouth. She felt the jolt all the way to her toes, followed by a full-body shudder as he licked her lip.
“I think I got it.”
She took the can from him and squeezed a little spurt onto her finger. Reaching up, she wiped it across his bottom lip. “Oh look. You have a little bit on your mouth, too.”
His breath was a little uneven and his eyes hot as she moved in. With tiny, teasing licks, she cleaned the whipped cream from his mouth. Feeling a little more brazen, she added a little more, this time to the hollow of his throat. When he threw his head back and made a groaning sound as her tongue swept over his skin, she realized she’d found one of his hot buttons.
“You might want to take your shirt off,” she said in a low voice.
She’d never seen anybody take a shirt off as fast as he did. A little whipped cream on his nipples and his fingers were digging into her shoulders. And, when she got to the fly of his jeans, he actually held his breath for a second, before taking a step back.
“It’s my turn. And you might want to get naked.”
She did want to get naked, though maybe not in her kitchen, blinds lowered or not. But then he squirted a dollop of whipped cream onto his finger and taunted her with it.
“My couch is leather,” she said. “Easy to clean.”
“You have two seconds.”
It probably took her more like thirty or forty, but only because she got tangled up in her pants halfway from the kitchen to the couch. They were both laughing when she collapsed on the sofa, but it didn’t stop Mitch from whipped-creaming her nipple. Amusement quickly turned to desire as he leaned over her, sucking the topping off. When he turned the nozzle toward her other breast, she intercepted the stream and ended up with a serving in her hand.
When she reached out and smeared it down the rigid length of him, his breath hissed through his teeth and his hands curled into fists. Paige only had to shift a little to get her dessert.
She started slowly, with long licks that made his body tremble, and he muttered a curse under his breath. Paige took that as encouragement, running her tongue along his shaft until he unclenched his hands and buried them in her hair.
Covering him with her mouth, she took as much of him as she could, the sweet topping teasing her taste buds as she teased him. She kept the same easy rhythm he seemed to like, pausing once in a while to flick her tongue over the sensitive tip.
“Enough.” His voice was raspy as he pulled free of her.
He had to fish for the condom he’d set on the floor, and then he turned her so she was kneeling on the edge of the couch cushion and bracing herself on the back. Standing behind her, he grabbed her hips and took her. No finesse and easy rhythm this time.
Mitch was on the edge of control, and knowing she’d driven him there gave her a rush of pleasure. Her fingers dug into the back of the couch as each thrust came faster and faster until the orgasm rocked her and she might have screamed.
He pounded into her, his fingertips clenching her hips until he came with a low growl. For a minute or so he held her there, breathing hard and still shaking, before he withdrew and they both flopped sideways onto the couch.
“Holy shit,” he whispered.
“I agree.”
“I think that should be an official whipped-cream protocol.”
“I’ll stock up.”
After a few minutes, when they’d stopped panting, he gave her a light slap on the butt. “I think it’s shower time for us.”
“Yeah, I’m starting to feel sticky. You go first.”
He stood and hauled her to her feet. “We can shower together. It’s more fun.”
“I don’t think we’ll both fit.”
“We’ll fit. We’ll just squeeze in and have to rub our hot, soapy bodies together.”
“I think it’s a little less sexy in real life,” Paige insisted, but she went anyway because Mitch’s very fine, very naked ass was leading the way.
*
By the time they were both in the shower, Mitch was starting to think he should have listened to Paige. The tub surround was cold and a lot of his body was ending up pressed against it.
“I guess I can scratch sex in the shower off my to-do-with-Paige list.”
She laughed and pushed him even more against the surround so she could reach the soap. “It’s a good thing we didn’t have any chocolate syrup. At least the whipped cream rinses off easily.”