Page 169 of Sassy Love
Now I really am fucking starving, looking at her spread for me, splayed over the counter.
She’s damn delicious.
I pad to her head and bend over, kissing her mouth. “Hold on to the counter, Princess.”
Not giving her a chance to respond, I lick the cream from one breast.
Her back leaves the counter on a whimper.
I clean the cream from her sweet, fleshy breast and suckle the nipple, then move to the other.
Her hands are white-knuckled around the edge of the counter when I’m done, and I slowly make my way down her belly, feasting my way south on a smorgasbord of strawberries and cream.
Fuck, this might be my favorite memory of this fiery little woman yet.
Running my tongue over the last of the whipped topping on her belly, I move to her clit. One hard suck and she’s crying out my name, her body trembling on the hard surface.
“Hold still, I’m hungry.” I grip her thighs with a rough hold, shoving them wider as I devour the sweet goodness from her throbbing nub, sweeping my tongue over her entrance. The combination of strawberries and cream and Carlie is heady. Overwhelming.
My cock throbs, agonizingly so.
The telltale heat spikes low in my spine and my balls tighten, and I have to take a breath. Fuck, there is no way I’m losing my load to the counter instead of inside my favorite fucking human. I clamp a hand over my cock.
As the urge subsides, I dive back in, but now she’s sitting up. Brown eyes burn into mine as her chest rises and falls in rapid succession. “Why’d you stop?”
I groan. “You’re?—”
“You still look hungry to me.” Her hands are in my hair, fingers tangling as she sends me back in to finish what I started.
I would chuckle at her, but I’m too desperate now. I may have started this little picnic to tease her, but hell, now I’m the one strung out for this.
I send my tongue through her center, and her legs fall away wider as she leans over, cradling my head against her chest. I tilt my head up and suckle a nipple into my mouth. Her back arches, hips rocking forward.
Fuck.
“Fingers, please,” she utters.
I slide two fingers inside her, nibbling on one hard peak as she moans my name between strings of curses. Her hands cup my jaw as she looks down at me before she shoves my face back to her pussy. “You’re still hungry, baby. Eat.”
“You have no idea,” I growl.
I lean to the side of the counter and drag a stool to the end. Planting myself on it, I slide my hands under her knees and pull her to the edge until her pussy is in my face, my mouth lined up with my feast. “No coming until I tell you, you hear?”
She scoffs a laugh and rolls her eyes at me.
I shake my head at her with a smile before diving in. I run a slow, strong stroke of my tongue through her, curling it as I lap up the cream. Swallowing, I lick my lips.
Fuck, a man could die like this. From the pure torturous bliss of it.
I lick and devour the last of the cream, thumbing the trail still on the inside of her thighs into my mouth intermittently, dragging this out for as long as possible.
The more time I take, the more wound up she becomes, until my girl is writhing on the hard countertop. I’m an ass, I know, because I have been purposely avoiding the one place she is desperate for me.
So I’m not surprised when her hand releases the edge of the counter, and two fine fingers ghost over her clit.
I take her hand, lacing my fingers with hers as I drop my mouth to the sweet little nub. It quivers in my mouth on the first suckle.
“Oh fuck, Laws.”
