Page 5 of Raspberry Cake
“Would you like to get out?”
“I think that is best before we grow fins.”
“Do you want to shower off?”
She shook her head and allowed him to stand up. “It was just water.”
Pulling the chair from the shower, he laid a towel across the surface and helped Eveline out of the bath, wrapping them both in plush, white towels. But before he tended to himself, he focused on Eveline. Starting with her feet, he began to dry her, working from her cute, manicured toes all the way up to her thigh. He pressed a kiss high on the skin, giving the other leg the same attention. Mind adrift, he dropped the wet towel, an involuntary groan pressing past his lips. One hand smoothed over her thigh as he pressed kisses across the other. He forced her legs apart, claiming her pussy with his thumb on her clit.
“I would like to taste that sweet pussy of yours, kitten.”
“I’d like that too,” she sighed. With a grin, he peered up from between her thighs, Eveline swallowing hard. “Can we do that on the bed?”
“Anything you ask,” he hummed, sweeping her into his arms in one swift move.
She was light as a feather, her cheek rubbing against his chest until he nestled her against the headboard. When he saw the goosebumps rising over her skin, he quickly fetched her a t-shirt and raised the temperature in the room. After draining the tub, he found her patiently waiting for him.
He settled on the mattress face down, positioned between Eveline’s legs. Hooking his hands under her thighs, he tugged her closer. As his lips ghosted feather-light touches over her sensitive skin, she draped her legs over his shoulders, making herself comfortable. Finally, he licked, drawing a path with his tongue from her entrance to her clit. Smirking, he glanced up. Eveline had threaded her fingers through his hair, letting her head fall back.
He was knuckle-deep before he realised it, tongue spoiling her clit. There was no gentility this time. It was rough and dirty—andjudging by the noises coming from her, shelovedit. Her shallow breaths turned into moans, then cries once he began fucking her through her climax. He didn’t even ease up when she scrabbled at his shoulders, trying to push him away.
“Please,” she begged.
Kissing her clit one last time, he sat on his heels and smirked at her. Her eyes were closed, nipples poking through her t-shirt with each rise and fall of her chest. She looked breathtaking. When her eyes opened and she caught him watching, her gaze immediately dropped and that lip was caught in her teeth again.
He reached forward and tugged it free. “Oh, kitten, don’t hurt yourself.”
Lips curling into a smile, Eveline flattened her palm against his stomach, but her eyes were on her prize—the bulge behind his sweats. He didn’t move, didn’t even breathe as her fingers teased the ridges of his stomach and slipped behind the elastic band.
Fuck, this wasn’t going to last long…
Eveline tugged, his cock all but jumping into her palm. She moved hesitantly, almost as if it wasn’t allowed. “I’m yours, kitten.”
Her eyes found his, dainty fingers wrapping around his shaft and stroking the length of it. “You don’t have to.”
“Yet here I am, utterly and completelyyours.” Up until that point, he’d entirely forgotten about the money. He enjoyed pleasing her as much as she enjoyed receiving it. “I have condoms.”
Eveline’s thumb brushed over his cockhead, coaxing out a drop of clear liquid. She took her time, though judging by the greed in her eyes, he already knew her answer before she nodded. Kissing her forehead, he tipped her head to give the same attention to her nose. Painstakingly, he stepped away from the bed to retrieve the protection from his bag.
Before diving between her legs again, he dropped his sweatpants to the floor. At the first sign of a struggle, Eveline snatched the packet from him and ripped it open with her teeth. With heavy breaths, she withdrew the condom for him and with tender motions covered him with the protective layer.
“The shirt has to go,” he demanded once she was done. The moment he could, he cupped her breast, gently pinching her nipple—but she winced and jerked out of his grip. “Don’t like that?”
“I don’t. “
“Then I won’t do it again.” In apology, he ducked and licked over the sore spot, caressing the other with his hand. “Better, kitten?”
“Yes, thank you.”
He groaned against her plush tit, laying her down and spreading his body over hers. He lined himself up, raising one of her legs to wrap around his hip. He pushed in slowly, trembling with the effort of restraining himself. Knowing the stretch was more than his fingers, he rolled his thumb over her clit as a distraction from the burn. Her head rolled back onto the pillow, tits raising with each panting breath.
“You look gorgeous taking my cock,” he hummed in a deep rasp, watching as his cock slowly disappeared inch by glorious inch into her tight cunt. “So pretty,” he groaned, adding more pressure to her clit and loving the gasp it drew from her lips.
“More,” she whispered, hands fisting the sheets at her sides.
“You want more of my cock?” he teased.
Eveline eagerly nodded; her lips pressed together to suppress her moans.
