Page 88 of Forever Mine

“Of marshmallows? Or s’mores in general?”

“Both. Setting a gelatinous white ball of goo on fire does not seem appealing.”

“You’re going to need to trust me,tesoro,” she says with a wicked grin.

“I trust you implicitly,querida. I can trust you without eating that mess,” I tell Monica with a disgusted frown. I’m not a super healthy eater. I enjoy food, but I also understand that certain foods are ridiculously unhealthy for my body. So watching Monica as her marshmallow seems to lose its structure before she slurps it into her mouth doesn’t seem to cut it for me.

“You’re watching me like I just ate a live bug,” Monica muses as she licks her fingers. My traitorous dick twitches in my jeans. Watching her lick a sticky white substance off her fingers is tantalizing. Still, I need to get ahold of my carnal urges regarding Monica. Shaking my head, I try to devise an excuse for why I can’t try the s’more. It just seems disgusting. Not only the taste but the texture makes me want to hurl.

“I don’t think I can do this,querida. It’s too gross,” I murmur.

“Seriously?” she asks as she studies my face. “You’re awfully pale, Gabriel. All because of a marshmallow?”

“Pretty emasculating, huh,” I joke with a pained chuckle.

“It’s not emasculating to admit something concerns you or scares you. I love that you trust me enough to be honest with me. Admit you’re struggling. I don’t judge you based on these things,tesoro.”

I nod, unable to respond. Monica may say it isn’t emasculating, but I’m certainly not feeling like a man right now. I’d lay my life on the line for her right now if I bear strolled up, yet a fucking marshmallow is about to take me down.

“Let’s make it a fun game, shall we?” Monica says as she stands up. “Stay here. I’ll be right back. I need a couple of things.”

My brow furrows in confusion as I wait for her to return. How can she make this a game?

Before I can ask her a question, fabric covers my eyes from behind.

“What are you doing,querida?” I ask as my hands come up to feel the fabric. It feels like one of my ties.

“I have a feeling it’s a texture thing for you. So, we’re going to have some fun with food. I’m going to feed you different things, and you have to tell me about them. What the food tastes like, feels like, smells, and whatnot. Just tell me what you’re experiencing with each item. Okay?” Monica explains. I take a deep inhale and nod. “Open up.”

I hesitate briefly, enough that Monica sighs.

“Trust me,tesoro. I won’t force the marshmallow on you.”

I chuckle. I can’t believe this is all because of a damn marshmallow. I dutifully open my mouth before Monica places an item on my tongue. Maybe having my eyes covered makes my other senses step up because the flavors that burst on my tongue are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A nutty and fruity combination swirls together to create a harmonious taste.

“I know it’s a strawberry, but what else?” I ask as I chew.

“Nutella.”

Ahh. That’s the nutty flavor I detected. Hazelnut spread on top of strawberries is a great start. Before I can swallow, Monica has her lips against mine. A warm liquid spurts between our lips as it bubbles against my tongue. Champagne. Fuck, that felt good. I try to grab her head and hold it against mine, but she manages to slide out of my grip with a giggle.

“Uh uh. I’m in control now, Gabriel.”

“I’m always in control, querida.”

“Not right now,tesoro. Just sit back and relax. Let me run things for a bit.”

“Not for long.”

Monica lets out a breathy laugh. “Is it really killing you to let someone else take the lead?”

“When you won’t let me lay you out and eat you until you come on my face, yes, it’s really killing me.”

I hear her quick intake of breath, which makes me hard every time I listen to it. I love that the hybrid sound of a sigh and a gasp is only for my ears.

“Just … just wait,” she murmurs as I hear her rummaging through her bag. “Open.”

I open my mouth and hear a squirt before I taste the quickly melting whipped cream. A growl rumbles through my chest as I envision covering Monica in whipped cream before methodically licking it all off her body. When she demands I open it again, a peanut butter cup is slipped into my mouth.Puta merda, I’m so turned on I think I could come in my pants if she so much as brushes against my cock.

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