Page 16 of Hot Response
“I haven’t had dessert yet,” she announced, linking her fingers with mine, bringing her body closer, her body heat radiating in waves against mine. “I always like a little something sweet after I eat.”
“A little something…” But I didn’t ask anything else. How could I when she led me to the small, weathered dinette table and had me sit down on the chair? “Wait here for me? Please?” she asked sweetly.
“For as long as you want, baby girl,” I promised and meant it. My gaze devoured her as she moved away and straight to the fridge. My eyes locked on her luscious ass. My brows bunched, and then my heart felt like it was ruthlessly pounding through sludge when she shut the door, and I saw what she held in her hands.
“Evelyn.” Her name sounded like a prayer in my own ears.
She opened a tub, and from where I sat, it looked like the vanilla whipped cream she added to her eclairs. Her hips swayed back and forth as she made her way closer to me, and my mouth ran dry.
“Baby.” I swallowed, unable to put two words together. And it was more than impossible when she kneeled in front of me.
This was how I was going to die.
She was going to kill me if she was about to do what I thought she was going to do.
“When you ate the éclair this morning and left, all I could think about was what this would be like.”
“This?” My voice cracked like some pre-pubescent kid’s.
“What it would be like.” She leaned over the bench seat of the dinette, grabbing a throw pillow I hadn’t noticed.
“Be like?” I swallowed, watching her. I sounded like a fucking parrot, but if she was annoyed, she didn’t show it. Evie tossed the pillow onto the ground, and when she kneeled in front of me, I didn’t think I could speak.
This was how I died. Or embarrassed the hell out of myself.
Just the sight of her kneeling in front of me, naked and blushing while the taste of her sweet pussy lingered on my tongue, could get me off. I was on a hair-trigger. A stiff breeze could take me out in that moment. I watched, completely captivated by her, as she dipped her fingers into the cream and her free hand moved to touch me. Her palm felt cool and delicately soft against my shaft.
“You’re big. I mean, I figured or assumed you would be, but… this is… wow.” Her eyes moved to my length as her hand started to shuttle up and down my shaft. “You licked your lips this morning when you had a little cream on the edge, and I wanted to lick it off you,” she admitted, and I groaned. My toes curled against the cool tiled floor in her kitchen.
“Evie,” I growled, and my sweet little temptress, my very own siren made of sugar and spice and everything delectably nice simply smiled up at me.
“I kept thinking about it through the day, licking cream off you. What you would taste like. How you would feel in my hand.” There was no doubt in my mind she knew the very power she possessed over me at that moment. Her other hand broughtthe cream-covered digits to the thick mottled crown of my cock and smeared the delicious thick white goo over it. “This is so much better than what I could have imagined. And here we are, making it real.”
Fucking hell, she was great at dirty talk. Innocent and alluring. Filthy.
“Can I lick it off, Ronnie?” she asked innocently. I nodded, my hands fisted at my sides.
She was teasing me.
Poking the bear inside of me, trying to get a rise out of me, or more of one, waiting for me to lose control. And I had no doubt my sexy little baker knew exactly what she was doing.
“Evelyn,” I tried to warn, but she smiled up at me without fear or worry. No, her gaze never left mine. Especially not when her pretty mouth opened wide, her pretty, pink tongue came out, and I lost sight of her.
It was me who had lost the unspoken game of chicken we’d found ourselves in. My eyes shut as the sensations washed through me. Her lips wrapped around me. The warm wetness of her lips felt like a shot of whiskey. Velvety smooth, the effect immediate. My body grew taut, and a rough sound emanated through me as she hummed and moaned around my cock. That little wicked tongue of hers swiped and rolled around my girth. It was like heaven and hell all at the same time.
“Fuck,” I cursed and pried my eyes open just in time to see her pull away. A line of saliva connected the tip of my dick to her mouth, and I shit you not, precum flowed out of me. “Lick me, baby girl,” I growled. “Lick me like you mean it.” She bit her bottom lip, but my girl didn’t argue.
No sassy words. She simply leaned forward and did as she was told. Her submission went straight to my head, and when I felt her tongue on my shaft again, licking the cream right off mycock, I was in heaven, trying my damnedest not to come all over her face.
Swipe after swipe, Evelyn cleaned up the mess she’d made on my dick. It was going to make my brain explode. The mix of the cold vanilla whipped cream danced with the warm heat of her mouth, building a hurricane of need deep inside my groin.
My balls tightened.
Heavy with a load I only wanted to drop inside of her curvy body. And it wasn’t her perfect little mouth. I would, down the road. Hell, there wouldn’t be a place I wouldn’t cover her body with my seed as time went on. But for our first time, I wanted it deep inside her tight, little snatch.
The moment she’d licked all the cream up, I pulled her up under her arms, and she yelped. When I set her on the edge of the table, she looked at me like she didn’t know what I wanted to do next.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked. I shook my head. Her eyes dropped to my cock. I was stroking it, holding it tight to try and take the edge off.
