Page 86 of His Temptation
He flicked his tongue against my beaded nipple faster, and I leaned my head back on the pillow with a groan.
“Want a bite?” he asked. When he placed the fruit to my mouth, juice ran down my chin as I ate it. “So messy.”
Before I could fire off a retort, he licked it off. He was so sexy in that moment I could barely think. Grabbing the whipped cream, he squirted some on both my nipples. The longer it sat, the more stimulating it felt. He dripped lube into his palm before gliding his hand up and down my shaft.
“Mm,” I moaned, my breaths coming quicker.
The attention to my cock, plus the cold whipped cream turning my nipples to fucking hard beans, had my head spinning. I felt like one of those bottle rockets from Trev’s Fourth of July party. My fuse had been lit and I’d pop any minute.
Emery continued stroking me, and when he lowered his head and licked the whipped cream off my nipples, I groaned so loud my voice cracked.
Overstimulated, my orgasm crashed into me without warning. I felt Emery smile against my chest as he pumped my cock faster, cum spilling onto his hand.
“Sorry,” I said, once it was over.
He grabbed the towel he’d brought in and wiped off his hand, a smile on his face. “Sorry for what?”
“Coming so quick.”
Emery kissed me, lingering on my mouth for several heartbeats. “Don’t be sorry. I love making you come.” He pressed his lips to my collarbone. “And there’s more where that came from.”
Once I recovered, he showed me.
Emery fingered my ass as he sucked my cock, and each time I came close to that edge, he pulled off until I calmed again. My abdominal muscles ached from the constant tensing and arching of my back. An hour passed before Emery finally took off the rest of his clothes and got on top of me, kissing the base of my neck as he stroked himself.
A condom was torn from the pack. Lube was taken from Larry Junior. And then Emery was pumping inside of me, his thick cock stretching me and filling me so fucking good.
“You’re so perfect,” he said, holding my cheek in his palm as he stared down at me, his dark hair falling into his handsome face.
I parted my lips as his finger grazed my bottom lip. He thrust again, then again, each one bringing us closer to that amazing release. But it wasn’t the destination I craved in that moment; it was the journey, all of these instances of staring into his gentle eyes as he moved inside me, all of his whispered words and the rasp of his voice when he said them. The intimacy.
I felt cared for. Cherished.
And god knows I cherished the hell out of him too.
“Emery, I lo—” The words caught in my throat as fear took over. It was too soon for love, and he’d probably think it was the whole virgin thing making me feel that way. “I’m gonna come,” I said instead.
“Then come, baby,” Emery said, burying his face between my neck and shoulder. His cock nudged my prostate, and my toes curled. “I want to feel you.”
As if he was a magician who’d just spoken the magic word, my orgasm slammed into me. I gasped and let loose a string of curse words, coming so hard I nearly blacked out. The waves of pleasure were still rippling through me when Emery faltered in his thrusts and groaned.
I kissed his temple and tangled my fingers in his hair as he rode the waves with me.
“Goddamn,” Emery said, his voice shaky. He pulled out of my ass but stayed on top of me. Holding me close to him. “That was…”
“Better than pizza.”
His raspy chuckle reached my ears. “Food on the brain?”
“Sex and food are man’s most basic needs,” I said, twirling a strand of his hair around my finger. “Are there any strawberries left?”
Emery rolled off me and grabbed the bowl from the nightstand. “Want whip cream too?”
“Oh, hell yeah. Load that baby up.”
He shook his head, and even though I couldn’t see his face, I suspected he was smiling. He squirted a little mountain of cream on the strawberries before handing me the bowl.
“Want one?” I asked, as he lay beside me, resting his back against the headboard.
