Page 20 of The Baker's Dozen
“That. That right there,” he says.
I open my eyes and meet his as I take another greedy bite. “What?” I ask around a mouthful.
“That sound you just made.”
The heated desire in his eyes makes me forget how to chew.
“Hold this.” He sets the cookie into my open palm, then spreads my legs quickly, dropping into a crouch. “Let’s see if we can get you to make that sound again,cher.” With that, his head dips between my legs and the first firm stroke of his hot tongue has me doing exactly what he wants, moaning loudly as I drop my head back.
He moves his face side to side slowly, and I whimper as his scruffy jaw brushes against the sensitive skin of my pussy and inner thighs. “Oh god,” I say on a gasp, setting the cookie down to tangle my hands in his hair. His beard feels so deliciouslygood. “You weren’t lying.”
He chuckles against my pussy and I arch my back.More.
Squeezing my thighs with his strong hands, he pushes them further apart and I lower back onto my elbows, then he drags his face down my right thigh, scraping me with beard stubble as he makes his way toward my knee. Then he works his way back up my leg slowly, nipping with his teeth then licking and sucking the soft flesh until I’m squirming, my pussy throbbing with need. When I think I can’t take much more, he moves to the other inner thigh and begins torturing me all over again.
Each rough scratch of his beard or nip of his teeth is followed by licking, sucking, massaging, until I feel the remnants of him on every inch of my inner thighs from my knees to the creases that separate legs from torso.
I’m hot, flustered, and trembling with need when his mouth finally returns to my pussy. He reaches up and massages my breasts as his tongue plunges inside me, making an appreciative sound deep in his throat when I buck against his mouth. Dawson feasts on me as his hands ravage me, massaging my breasts, my stomach, my thighs as he assaults me with his mouth. The sounds he makes against my flesh are ravenous and feral, eclipsed only by my heavy breathing and the whimpers and moans he pulls from me with each stroke of his tongue.
I squirm on the cold countertop, rocking against him, chasing every bit of pleasure he provides.
My spine tingles as pressure builds deep in my core, pulsing and growing as this man works my body like he’s been practicing for this very moment his entire life. He breaks from plunging his tongue inside me to focus on my clit, pulling it between his teeth to suck it into his mouth, and my back arches off the counter.
“That’s it,” Dawson murmurs against my flesh. “Let me see you unravel, angel.”
It’s that hint of praise in his tone that sends me over the edge.
My hand flies to his scalp and tangles in his hair so I can hold his head as my legs tighten around his shoulders and my hips rock forward. Dawson moans as my body quakes, lapping at me furiously as I come undone on his tongue.
When the waves start to ease, I release my tight grip in his hair, settling back against the counter. But then Dawson presses his hand against my stomach and plunges his fingers inside me, holding me still as he sucks my clit into his mouth and curls his fingers, demanding and relentless as he works my body back into a frenzy.
“Dawson,” I begin, “I can’t—”
When the second wave crashes into me almost immediately after the first, I cry out in surprise and come again with his name on my lips.
Chapter Ten
Sophie
The familiar beeping from my phone’s alarm clock pulls me from slumber far too early for someone who stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, but just as I reach the device and wrap my fingers around it to silence the beeping, the cause for my exhaustion snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to his naked body.
I grin in the darkness of too-early morning, silence the alarm, then snuggle back against the mountain of a man who spent the better part of last night doing exactly what he said he’d do and absolutelyworshipingme.
More of this, please.
The thought makes my eyes fly open because no, I don’t have time for more of this. No matter how greatthiswas. One-night stands areone-nightfor a reason.
This was fun.Morethan fun.
And now it’s over.
With Monday morning comes responsibility and clarity.
But, since I’m in no rush to welcome either of those two things into my life, I wiggle my tush and grin when Dawson groans and his cock hardens against my cheeks.
“It feels ungodly early,” he mumbles, his lips brushing against my bare shoulder and sending a shiver down my spine.
“It is.” I breathe deeply as he leaves a trail of kisses from my shoulder to the crook of my neck.
