Page 85 of Her Paramedic
Slate ran his eyes over her, appreciating every inch of her as he always did. He’d wasted no time undressing her when they returned, and now, he took her in, admired her like a priceless art exhibit piece. He placed the container he held on the table beside the bed and joined her.
“Look at you, baby. You’re such a gorgeous image,” he said, dipping his head to give her a soft kiss before trailing his lips along her jaw. “So pretty all spread out naked and waiting for me to devour you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked.
Slate chuckled against her neck, biting it, and pulling a gasp from her. “As impatient as ever, gorgeous.”
He continued to trail kisses down to her chest and brushed his lips over one of her nipples. His fingers skimmed down her side to her thigh, keeping his touch light. He swirled his tongue around her nipple before moving to the other one.
“I wouldn’t be so impatient if you gave me what I wanted when I wanted it,” Talia playfully countered.
“Do I not?” Slate asked, working his way down her abdomen.
“Do you give me what I want? Yes. When I want it? No. You’re awfully mean to me in that regard.”
He nipped her side. “How many times do I have to remind you? You like me mean.” Slate slipped his hand between her legs and brushed his finger along her pussy. She was already dripping wet, and they hadn’t even gotten started yet.
She released a soft moan. “I really do.”
He continued to kiss his way down her body, and she spread her legs to make room for him. He kissed both of her inner thighs.
“Put them where they belong,” he instructed, patting one of her thighs.
Talia draped her legs over his shoulders, and Slate placed a soft kiss on her wet lips. Her sweet juices instantly covered his. He flicked his tongue out for a quick taste, and she moaned as it brushed across her clit. It didn’t matter how many times he’d tasted her, feasted on the deliciousness that was her pussy, he would never tire of it. It would always be a delicacy on his tongue.
He circled his tongue around her clit, and the soft moan she released filtered through the air. Slate enjoyed every noise she made for him, each one he was able to elicit from her, and he always enjoyed taking them from her. The depth of her moans changed depending on how he pleased her.
His lips and tongue on her clit always elicited soft moans and high keens until she was about to cum. His tongue in her pussy pulled deeper moans from her. The closest ones to those she gave him when he was balls deep inside her. Slate wanted nothing more than to slip his tongue inside her and coat it in the evidence of her arousal, but first.
“Hand me that container, baby,” he instructed.
Talia looked at the container before her eyes met his. “You were serious?”
“Of course, I was.”
She grabbed the container off the side table and passed it to him. Slate sat up, allowing one of her legs to fall from his shoulders, holding the other one in place against his chest. He removed a strawberry from the container and, with his eyeslocked to hers, ran it along her pussy, capturing those succulent juices on the fruit. He brought it to his lips and slowly bit into it.
Talia watched him with unblinking eyes, and he could see the desire, already heavy in them, deepen. He swallowed, licking his lips.
“I knew they would taste even better like this,” he commented, and held the rest of the strawberry out to her.
It was now his turn to watch her intently. His dick jumped at the sight. Slate could admit that he got profound satisfaction from watching her taste herself. Whether it was from his fingers, his lips, or his dick. Her knowing just how ambrosial she tasted, just how addictive she was, and how addicted to it he was always had a burning need bubbling in him.
He dropped the stem into the container, removing another strawberry. This one, he gripped at the bottom instead of by the stem, and slowly slid it into that tight little pussy. She moaned softly at the brief intrusion before he pulled it out, locked eyes with her again and consumed the entire thing.
“Don’t you think I should eat them like this from now on?” he asked after swallowing. He dropped the stem into the container and picked up another one.
“It’d be inconvenient since you’d have to wait to have them.”
Slate hummed, dipping another strawberry into her pussy. “Who said I’d have to wait?”
He pulled it out and licked one side of it before placing it against her lips. She bit it, and no sooner than she’d swallowed did he lean down and kiss her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He rubbed the rest of the strawberry around her clit and swallowed the moan she released as he tasted the mouthwatering blend of the fruit, her pussy, and her.
When he pulled away from the kiss, he ate the remainder of the strawberry before grabbing another one. He wanted to seehow many he could use, how much of the container he could get through before she was begging him for more, to let her cum.
He discovered the answer was half the container sometime later when she’d grabbed his wrist as he’d run another half-eaten strawberry along her pussy. Those honey eyes were so dark with want they were almost black.
“You’ve had enough strawberries, don’t you think?” she asked, running her thumb over his lower lip. “Why don’t you devour a different dessert.”
