Sixteen
The woman lying nextto me was warm, soft, and sleepy. I should probably leave her alone to sleep for a few more hours, but my appetite for her hadn’t been sated yet. She was fire, sass, beautiful, vulnerable, and wicked good at making me come way before I wanted the romp to be over. The most wonderful and the most disturbing part was that she didn’t even realize it. She doesn’t believe she’s the best thing since sliced bread, so I plan to show her over and over until she does. No matter what I have to do, this woman will know her worth is the same as Amber’s, Darla’s, and every other woman on the street, but she will understand that to me, she’s worth more than all of them.
“Are you fondling my cupcake?” she asked in a sleepy voice.
“I wouldn’t do that without your permission,” I promised, taking a bite of the strawberry cupcake in my hand.
“I’m talking about the one in your hand, not the one between my legs,” she said, laughter in her voice as she sat up.
“Then no, I’m not fondling the cupcake in my hand, but I was thinking about fondling the one between your legs.”
“Again?” she asked with mock surprise.
I leaned over her, the cupcake still in my hand, and kissed her hard. My tongue darted in to taste her sweetness that overpowered the cake. I moaned, and my dick hardened instantly at the thought of sinking deep inside her again.
“And again, and again and again,” I promised when I lifted my head.
She grasped my wrist and brought the cupcake to her lips, stealing a bite of the sweet cake. “Mmm, berry sinful.”
I leaned up against the headboard, naked as a jaybird with my dick at attention. “This part is brilliant.” I pointed at the center filled with marshmallow fluff. “It reminds me of a Hostess cupcake when I was a kid. The cake and frosting were terrible, but you knew that creamy center was waiting for you.” I stuck my tongue into the marshmallow and swirled it around, sucking and licking the cream from the center of the cupcake. “Mmm,” I sighed with contentment. “I love sticking my tongue into the center of a cupcake.”
Haylee’s moan was low and almost a whine, but I heard it for what it was—desire. She squirmed next to me, her hand going down to rub her triangle as my tongue finished swiping out the center of the cupcake.
I grasped her hand and twined her fingers in mine. “Oh no, cupcake. Only one person gets to touch you there tonight. He’s drooling at the thought of it, but first,” I paused and held up a finger, grabbing another cupcake off the plate and holding it up.
“You’re going to get sick if you eat more sugar,” she moaned, squeezing my hand and then dropping it to try and get hers around my hardness.
“I’m not going to eat it,” I said while I knelt next to her. My finger swiped through the frosting until it was full of it. “Well, I am going to eat it, but not the way you think. See, this icing is soft, fluffy, and sweet as can be.” I ran my finger across both nipples until they were covered in icing. She shivered under me as it trailed to her navel. “Those three words sum up who you are, cupcake,” I promised, grabbing more frosting to paint her beautiful naval and then lower until her entire mound was full of frosting.
“See, you do think I’m fluffy,” she said, her brow drawn down to her nose. “I said you could do better, and you said I was wrong.”
“You are wrong,” I said, setting the cupcake down and holding my finger to her lips until she sucked my finger into her mouth and curled her tongue around it, sucking the frosting off. I moaned when the thought struck me how incredible it would feel if it was my dick instead.
I lowered my lips and did the same to her nipple until her hips were in the air, and she was begging me to take her. Before I switched to her other nipple, I grasped her chin with my fingers. “First of all, if what you are is fluffy, then I fucking love fluffy. I can’t get enough of fluffy. My dick is hard and straining to be inside you again. If I thought I could do better, would I be this hard for you?” I asked, letting her squeeze me once before I pulled back and sucked her other nipple between my lips, licking and tugging until she was surely wetter than I’d ever made her. I trailed my tongue down and dipped it into her navel, swirling it around until she gasped and grabbed my hair with both hands.
“God, Brady,” she sighed, her hips in the air until I grasped them and lowered them to the bed.
“I don’t think soft is a problem, either. These hips and this ass are soft, and I love holding them while I pump into you.” I licked my lips and eyed her core, still covered in frosting, and already plump from our earlier lovemaking. “I happen to love sweet things, and when you come all over my tongue, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“Mmm, you’re saying you don’t think I’m a fatso, and you can’t do better?”
I didn’t answer her with words. I lowered my lips to her mound and systematically licked off every bit of frosting until I made my way to her slit. She was glistening with wetness, and while my tongue finished my snack, I slipped two fingers inside her and offered pressure where I knew she wouldn’t be able to do anything but come the moment I touched my tongue to her.
“Brady,” she cried, the spasm that hit her was almost instantaneous when I sucked her clit into my mouth. Her moans and mewls filled my head like an orchestra, and when she settled back into the bed, sated and happy, I rested my chin on her belly. “The sounds you make when you’re coming are like listening to an orchestra play. Your moans fill my head and make me want to come without even touching myself. I don’t want to fucking hear that we aren’t perfect for each other ever again, do you understand me?” I asked, already rubbing her again until her gasp told me she was more than ready for me to enter her. “Do you understand me?” I asked again, poised with my tip at her opening.
“Yes,” she cried, wrapping her legs behind me and pulling me forward until I slid inside her on a moan. “I understand you. Just fuck me, Brady.”
I grasped her hips and moved inside her, carrying her up onto a fluffy cloud made of frosting, marshmallow, and the truth about who we are and what we can be together. My hips stroked hers until I couldn’t hold back a second longer.
“Now,” she called, her back arching off the bed and shoving her breasts into my face when I lowered myself over her to go even deeper. “Now, Brady!”
I grunted and came hard inside her, listening while she called my name over and over, her body shaking and spasming until she collapsed back to the bed in exhaustion.
I trailed my finger down her cheek and kissed her lips tenderly, mine sweet with frosting and her. “As it turns out, we are the dream team.”
Her sleepy, sated smile told me she finally agreed.