Page 17 of He Saved My Boy
Chuckling, I can hear his smile as he reminds me, “That’s kinda the point.”
He’s quiet for a moment as he resettles between my legs. Reaching for the cup, I hear him replace it on the table before I feel him once more. This time, instead of my breast, he’s trailing it down my stomach and across my belly button. Once again, his warm tongue traces the blazing trail of the ice cube. “Talk to me, T. What do you like?”
“I love the mix of hot and cold against my skin. I love that I never know what you’re going to do next, and I don’t want you to stop,” I point out, realizing my talking is making the sensation wain.
“Okay, point taken.” The cup moves again, and he says, “I’m going to bevery occupiedfor the next bit. But I need you to stay vocal. Nothing turns me on more than a woman expressing her needs.”
Okay, so he likes it vocal. I guess I can try to comply.
Dipping a finger straight into my center, I jump from the sudden coolness. But before I can do anything, his finger retreats, and his warm breath replaces the sensation.
“Oh. My. Fucking God,” I curse, clenching the sheets to keep me in place when he dips his tongue inside me and runs it along my seam to my clit. Using his warm fingers, he spreads my folds to gain access. Just as he did with my nipples, he circles my clit and sucks it into his mouth.
I’m not even sure what I mutter in appreciation because the moment he sticks another warm finger inside me, I no longer have coherent words. Sliding it in and out, my body adjusts as it warms with our friction. The moment his finger disappears, an icy tongue circles my clit.
Instead of freezing me, like I’d expect, it somehow burns me from the inside out. Every nerve ending comes alive and heats me from my core as his kisses return to hot with time. When his lips leave my clit, instead of a cool finger slipping into my center, an entire ice cube slides in with his fingers, making me gasp in surprise.
Holy shit. There’s an ice cube in me.
It distinctly moves and shifts along my inner walls as he quickens the pace with multiple fingers to warm me up. The mixture of hot and cold has me bucking up from the bed, and I can’t get enough of this sensation.
Pressing a forearm over my abdomen to keep me in place, I hear his smile as he asks, “You like that?”
I don’t even have to think when I practically shout, “Do that again.”
I need to feel it again. It feels so sexy with a side of kink I never knew existed. Apparently, I’ve only had boring and functional sexual experiences to this point. Who knew there was a whole other world I’ve been deprived of?
Taking my clit in his mouth, he sucks hard as another ice cube slips in with masterful fingers. This time, he swoops it against my inner wall, then presses his finger along it to warm up as it slips off into another location behind his hand.
As his tongue traces along my seam and back to my clit, my body unexpectedly tenses. Then his finger hits a place inside me I’ve never known existed and simultaneously, his lips curl around my clit. All it takes is one suck, and I’m flying into oblivion.
I swear, if I wasn’t blindfolded, I’d still be unable to see as my eyes roll to the back of my head as pulse after pulse of an earth-shattering orgasm spreads to every part of my body. Hell, my fingers and toes lose sensation. Of course, Davis doesn’t leave me hanging. He milks every tremor of my orgasm out of me.
When I’m nothing but a puddle of goo, I feel the blindfold be removed, and the room fills with light. When I finally do regain focus, I feel Davis’s body pressed against me and find his beautiful eyes staring into mine.
With a wicked grin, he leans in to kiss me once before pulling back to look me in the eyes. “Welcome back. As much as I fucking loved doing that to you, I’ve missed seeing these beautiful, expressive eyes.”
“I think you’ve broken me,” I whisper because that’s all the energy I have left.
“In the best possible way, I hope.”
“Definitely.” I nod. “I guess I’m not actually broken after all, as you’ve just given me two outstanding Os back-to-back.”
“Would you like to see how I plan to get a third one out of you?”
Somehow, my well-spent libido springs back to life. “Oh, do tell.”
“Well…” He leans in to give me a slow, lingering kiss. We taste of sex and us and just thinking of that makes my inner muscles clench and electricity zip through me. “I think it will start with me slowly sliding inside you. Then when you’re ready, I’m dying for you to ride me. I can’t wait to have these heavenly tits hanging in my face as you have your wicked way with me.”
Holy shit, how can I be ready for round three already?
* * *
Somehow,I lose track of just how many orgasms he works out of me. The next thing I know, I’m woken to the sound of a phone ringing. Reaching for the bedside, I realize it’s not where I usually leave it. Crawling out of bed, I realize I’m alone but see a big note by my purse as I reach for my phone.
Smiling, I read his note:
We’ve missed breakfast, gone to the bakery to grab us something.
