Page 51 of Icing the Enemy

When my body relaxes, I pull out, mesmerized by the string of cum swinging like a jump rope from her lips to my body. I break the connection with my finger, then rub it on her lips. “That was amazing.”

Her eyes light up. “Really?”

“The best. Stand up.” When she does, I take off her bottoms. Slipping her feet through the open holes and admiring her painted toes that match her nipples. I kiss up the inside of her legs, picking up each one until I reach the apex of her thighs.

Blowing on her hot center, I say, “Once I taste you, I’m going to want more. Once my tongue has been inside you, I’ll want all of you. I don’t know what that means in the grand scheme of things because I’m a good guy, Oakley, but I’m also a man.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

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He’s a man—aman who seems to know my body better than I do. With my legs over his shoulders, my heels dig into his back while he licks and suckles my bundle of nerves. I chant, “Firecracker, please.”

Corbin stalls, raising his chin and lifting a curious brow, but I push his head back where I want it. And when I do, a satisfied groan rumbles from his chest.

“Harder,” I say, and he buries his face in my center. Inserting one finger into my hole and pulling down while he darts his tongue in and out. “Yes. More.”

Hunger consumes me as I feel a deep ache in my core. The tightening and the pull of my legs wanting to come together, “Oh, Jesus.” He’s so good at this. I don’t want to think about how many women he’s been with to be this incredible at oral, so I push those thoughts from my mind, right when he does this sucking motion inside me. My head flies off the couch, and my legs have a vice grip around his ears as I come and come and come. And Corbin laps it up like it’s cream cheese icing.

Finally, my head bounces off the cushion, and I sigh in relief. Corbin crawls up my body and brushes his lips against mine.“Have you ever tasted something so savory and sweet? It’s like salted caramel ice cream.”

Feeling bold, I ask, “Can you kiss me?” I don’t usually let my guard down and letting myself be vulnerable is out of character for me, but the man looking into my eyes makes it easy.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?”

I shake my head no.

“Seriously?” he asks as he gently kisses my lips, then swipes his tongue over my lips, and I let him in. The flavor of my being dances on my tongue, igniting little sparks as the salty and sweet notes combine for the most intimate moment of my life. When I moan, I feel him smile against my mouth. “Mmmm.”

“You like?” I ask.

“Do I? That’s like asking if I love hockey. Tasting you may be the one thing I enjoy more than hockey.”

A giggle escapes as he pinches my nipples and sucks on my neck. The buzz I had has worn off, and I’m fully aware that I’m sprawled out naked as a jaybird for him to see. I’ve never been totally naked with a man. My one time having sex with Sonny, who definitely wasn’t a man, we both left on our tops and I didn’t even have an orgasm.

I hope he’s not regretting what we’ve done—the marriage or the oral sex.

“Are you hungry?” he asks as he presses to one knee.

I guess it’s over. He’s sobering up and realizing that we’ve made a mistake. My heart falls when it shouldn’t be. Putting my heart in someone else’s hands makes me uncomfortable, and that’s exactly what I’ve done.

“Maybe if I need more energy,” I answer, reaching for his face and one more kiss.

“Oh, you’re going to need it.” He swallows a laugh as he sits down and rolls me into his lap, brushes my hair off my shoulder, kissing my shoulder. His lips trail up my neck, and we startkissing all over again. “Forget food. I want to eat your sweet heat all night long.”

“Can you go again?” I ask, and our lips part.

He gives me a long, slow wink, and my insides melt. “All night long.”

He carries me to the floor in front of the large fireplace, which isn’t on, but the moonlight streaks across his body, highlighting the definition of each muscle and creating shadows in the divots where one ends, and another begins.

The rug is soft and as he hovers over me, the tip of his dick teases my entrance. He sucks my lips into his, and I’ve never been so turned on as I’ve been tonight. He’s on his elbows, and he says in a hushed tone, “Do you feel how slick you are for me? My dick is soaked in your juice. So ready.”

I nod and let my knees fall outward, hoping this doesn’t hurt. He runs his erection through my folds, getting plenty of lubrication. “Are you on the pill?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“When’s the last time you had sex with someone?”

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