Page 75 of Loved By You

“But I do want you to try these first?” He brings a forkful of pancake to my lips, and I open up my mouth as he presses the fork to my waiting tongue. I close my eyes and hum a moan of appreciation. The pancakes are warm and fluffy, and the cold cream has started to melt.

“Keep moaning like that, sweetheart, and I won't be able to control myself.” I open my mouth, waiting for another bite, and when he gives me another bite, I moan louder this time. I love seeing the effect I have on him.

“I want a taste,” he groans. I think he’s about to reach for a forkful of pancake, but instead, he lifts the can of whipped cream and begins to shake it, his arm muscles flexing with every shake.

“Where to taste first?”

I gulp.

Holy shit.

He lifts my hand and sprays a small amount of cream on my finger, bringing it to his mouth, closing his eyes, and sucking it clean.

A gasp escapes me as my gaze fixates on his lips.

Next, he sprays some cream on my forearm and licks it off in one effortless movement. He tips my head to the side, exposing my neck and sprays the cream along it, before his hot tongue licks up toward my earlobe.

He groans in approval and I squirm on the kitchen counter. A lump of cream drops on to his t-shirt and I get the sense he did that deliberately.

“Oh, dear. It seems I’ve made a mess. We better clean that up. Arms up, sweetheart” and like the submissive I clearlyam, I raise my arms with the enthusiasm of an athlete at a competition.

A low chuckle vibrates through his chest.

“Someone’s eager,” he says as he pulls it up over my head in one smooth sweep. He takes a moment to scan my body up and down. I’m naked, on my kitchen counter, exposed and vulnerable, yet I’ve never felt more confident in my life.

Next, he squirts the cream across my breasts and nipples, my head rolling in pleasure at the feel of his warm tongue on my puckered skin. He licks it from my left nipple, causing my head to fall back on a moan.

He takes his time, sucking and swirling his tongue over my now erect nipple. Goosebumps prickle at my skin with every swipe of his warm tongue. He repeats the movement on the other side.

“Oh. My. God,” I pant.

He frees my nipple from his mouth and moves closer, using his thighs to part my legs further. He sinks to his knees and sprays the cream on the insides of my thighs. I suck in a breath in anticipation of where I hope his mouth might go. He does agonizingly slow strokes with his tongue up and down the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs wider and lean back on to my forearms, encouraging him to move higher, but he doesn't.

“Jack, please,” I moan as a rush of moisture pools in between my legs.

“Please,” I plead again, wriggling around on the kitchen counter, desperate for some friction.

“Hearing you beg is such a fucking turn on,” he growls.

“Please, I need you,” I beg, and with that, his tongue presses against my clit.

I lay back against the kitchen counter as he tugs me towards him, so my ass is hanging dangerously to the edge and he places my legs over his shoulders.

He leisurely licks me, eliciting just the right amount of pressure to make me want to beg for more but just as I open my mouth, he latches around my clit and sucks hard, making my back arch off the counter, I palm my breast for something to grip on to and it only intensifies this wave of pleasure I’m riding.

He growls into my sex as my hips start to grind against his face. He breaks away from my clit for the briefest moment and moans, “you taste so sweet baby” and then he’s back on my clit.

He inserts a finger, and he hits that sweet spot, and it is my undoing. My orgasm hits me and I practically levitate off the kitchen counter. I am too lost in my orgasm to realize he's pulled his fingers out of me and pulls me to a seated position, crashing our lips together. I can taste my arousal on his tongue. It's sweet and warm and intoxicating.

“I need to be inside you. Have you got a condom?” he pants against my lips.

“I’m clean, I got tested and I’m on the pill.” The words leave my mouth before I can register what I’ve said. He breaks the kiss and looks at me.

“Are you sure? I’m clean. I’ve always used condoms.”

I nod. “I’m sure.”

And his lips are back on mine. I want this with him—nothing between us.

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