Page 85 of His Temptation
“You better not be touching yourself.”
My hand stopped. “I’m not!”
I turned my head and saw the lube on the bedside table. We’d used all of Larry Lube already, so I had drawn faces on all the bottles we’d bought since then, calling them Larry Junior.
“He’s demanding tonight, Larry,” I muttered, tucking my arms behind my head so I wouldn’t touch my dick again. It was hard—literally.
“Were you really just talking to the lube?” Emery asked, standing in the doorway. He had a bowl in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other. A hand towel was tossed over one shoulder.
“I plead the fifth.”
He crinkled his nose as he smiled, and it was probably the cutest I’d seen him. I’d never usecuteto describe Emery, but he appeared so boyish in that moment. It made my chest lighter, like the gravity around me dissipated and sent my heart floating upward.
“What’s in the bowl?”
Emery set said bowl on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed and hovering over me. “A surprise.”
“The only surprise I need is right here.” I reached between his legs and grabbed his dick.
“Move over,” Emery demanded, his lips twitching. He was trying so hard to keep a straight face.
I did as he said, giving him room. “It’s not fair that I’m naked and you’re not.” I pulled at his shirt for emphasis.
“Be patient,” Emery said, grabbing the whipped cream and moving closer to me on the bed. He shook the can, mimicking the action I’d much prefer him to do to my dick. “All good things come to those who wait.”
“Not true,” I said, grinning when he arched a brow. “You’ll be waiting a long time if you wait for something good to happen. You gotta take life by the balls and make it your bitch.”
“Take it by the balls, huh?” Emery cupped my nut sac as he kissed me, and I sighed against his mouth. When I tried to grab him, he pushed my arms back down. Breaking from my lips, he squirted the cream from the center of my chest and down to my belly button.
Goose bumps formed on my skin from the cold of it.
And then he dipped his head to lick it off.
“Shit,” I said, watching him lick down my abdomen.
He moaned against my skin as he kissed back up the wet trail, and I couldn’t help but take hold of the top of his shirt and pull it off. He cocked a smile as I threw it to the floor. I leaned up and kissed his broad chest, loving the light dusting of hair.
“Lie back,” he said, reaching for the mysterious bowl.
I obeyed and tried not to bounce with eagerness as I watched him come closer. He took out a strawberry, and I stared, confused.
“You brought fruit?”
“That was a fantasy of yours, remember?” Emery glided the strawberry across my lips. “To be covered in whipped cream and strawberries.”
Man, that conversation was almost two months ago. I felt a silly grin cross my face.
“Well, it was technicallyyoubeing covered, but this is nice too.”
Emery touched the fruit to his mouth before slowly biting off the end.
I stared at his sexy lips as he chewed. He then took the bitten end of the strawberry and ran it over my nipple. The combination of wet and cold over the hard bud sent an electric jolt to my cock.
“Like that?” he asked, before bending down and sucking my nipple into his warm mouth.
“Fuck, Emery. Yes. More.”
As he continued to suck one nipple, he took the strawberry and brushed it over my other one. The stimulation was out of this world. We were no strangers to foreplay, but this was unlike anything he’d ever done to me before.
