Page 60 of A Perfect Match
Piper hooks a leg around my waist, bringing me closer.“Take your jeans off,” she commands.
I do as she says and push my pants down, revealing my black boxer briefs and the enormous bulge beneath.She scoots to the edge of the table so her pussy grinds up against my erection.I suck in sharply and press my palms flat into the table, matching her movement.
“Fuck, Kru.”She whimpers, rocking her pussy against me, faster now.
I roll my hips, pleasure prickling across my back.This is dry humping at its finest.I bury my face in her neck, groaning.“You want me to come in my pants, don’t you?”
“Is that an option?”
“If you keep humping me like this, yes.”
She bursts into giggles.I take the opportunity to lift her shirt and tug it off, tossing it to the side.I scan the bakery again, double checking all the front windows are shuttered.I don’t want any Peeping Toms, because now that I’ve got Piper’s legs wrapped around me, I’m not moving an inch.
My gaze solders to the creamy mounds of her breasts tucked behind a silky pink bra.Of course her bra is on brand as well.I bite my bottom lip as I reach behind her to unfasten the damned thing.There’s no fucking way.I struggle with it for a few moments before I realize a quicker solution.Time is of the essence.I reach into the pocket of my pants and bring out the sheathed paring knife I’d tucked away to take home.
Piper gapes as I toss the leather holder to the side.“What are you—”
Rrrrrip.
The bra falls limply around her.
“Sorry, couldn’t wait.”I drop the knife and dip down, pressing kisses to the tops of her breasts.A low moan escapes me as I relish her cleavage.“I’ll buy you another one.”
Her shoulders shake with repressed laughter.“Did you just cut my bra off with a paring knife?”
“Correct.”I close my lips around one rose-pink nipple and then do the same to the other one.“Too delicious to wait.”
“So my clothes aren’t safe around you,” she murmurs, running her fingers through my hair as my kisses trail between her breasts.“Will you cut off my hair if I put it in a ponytail?”
“Nope.But I’ll cut your panties off if they look at me wrong,” I warn with a laugh.She responds by scooping my face into her hands.Our lips smoosh together.The kiss feels like we’ve known each other for years, not weeks.
Her hands slide down my chest, exploring the ridges of muscle there.When her fingers dip beneath the waistband of my boxers, I have to break the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath.
"Impatient," I murmur against her lips.
"You're one to talk," she shoots back, gesturing to the remnants of her bra."Is this a skill you learned in chef school?Cutting things that get in your way?"
I grin wickedly."Only when there's something delicious underneath."
True to my word, I hook my fingers in her panties, dragging them down her legs.She lifts her hips to help, and I drop to my knees, pressing kisses along her inner thighs as I go.
"Kru," she breathes, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I look up at her from between her legs, taking in the sight of her—flushed, disheveled, and utterly gorgeous.I’m on cloud nine, and I’m reveling in this play on words when I say, "Yes, Maven?"
"Don't tease."
"But I'm so good at it," I reply, my breath hot against her pussy.I run my tongue along her inner thigh, so close to where she wants me but not quite there."Tell me what you want."
Her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, meet mine."Your mouth.On me.Now."
Abso-fuckin-lutely.I swipe my tongue over her sweet heat, finding her swollen clit.I'm tasting her, my tongue exploring every delicious inch.She gasps, back arching, thighs trembling as I focus on the needy nub that makes her squirm.
Her hands tighten in my hair, guiding me, showing me exactly what she needs.I'm more than happy to follow her lead, alternating between flat strokes and targeted suction, adding a finger and then another, curling them inside her until I find that spot that has her crying out.
"Don't stop," she pleads, hips rocking against my face."Please, Kru, don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping—not when she's making those sounds, not when her thighs are quivering around my head, not when I can feel her getting closer with each stroke of my tongue.I double down on my efforts, adding a third finger, stretching her gently as I suck and lick.
