Page 41 of Mr. Delicious
Tasting me just like he said he would—everywhere. Licking me clean.
The passion that took me was indescribable, it surrounded me all over, and I forgot who and where I was. Everything.
Liquid fire streamed through me and mindless ecstasy tore at my insides when a raw rippling wave washed over me travelling from my breasts to my thighs.
“Aughhhh.” I moaned to his satisfaction.
That orgasm rocked my body, rocking my world, but that didn’t stop him from giving me more.
AJ continued to taste me. Tasting and drinking.
I wanted him too. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to run my hands all over his body, touch him forever until forever consumed me.
Trapped within a bubble of ecstasy, I allowed him to send me over the edge. I wasn’t ready for him to pull away just yet, but when I saw the hardness and length of his cock, I craved that more. I wanted him inside me.
“Do you want me, sweet Wren?” he asked, his voice heaving with desire.
He was teasing me. Had to be because I was certain I looked desperate for him.
“Yes.”I moaned.
“Tell me you want me.” He kissed my stomach. “Tell me you do, so I know.”
I didn’t know if my brain could function to form that many words but I’d try because I needed him. “I want you.”
“Okay, princess, you can have me. This is all for you.” He said running his hand down the full length of his cock. The sight was even hotter than just watching him, and the seriously defined muscles he displayed. “This is what you do to me every time I look at you.”
“God,” I breathed, thinking about all the times I saw him at the coffeehouse. I’d wondered what it would be like to talk to him, what it would be like to be with a man like him. To be with him. My Mr. Delicious. Now look at me. Look at us.
I watched him retrieve a condom from the nightstand and slide it down himself. Then, he parted my legs and he thrust into me, leaving my heels on.
I cried out from the strength and the force of the thrust, arching into him as he pumped slowly at first, then building up a nice pace. I moaned with each thrust, arching my back into him and matching the wildness of his rhythm. He moved with the sureness of a man who knew what he was doing, knowing I couldn’t be anything other than intrigued and satisfied all at once.
That wicked smile flashed across his face again, and he gripped my waist, increasing his movements, and making each thrust hit me with an intensity that made me feel like I’d pass out.
That seemed to be too much for him, too, because he started hammering into me, pounding and holding on as if he was trying to keep some control.
“Oh, fuck!” He growled, moving even faster.
It was too much, and I couldn’t take it anymore. The orgasm that took me took him too, grabbing us both at the height of ecstasy and squeezing us between its grasp. The release that came felt like it drained some part of my life force, but then it filled me with the glow of a heat that reached into every part of my being.
He stilled against me, sweat running down the side of his face. He was breathing hard against the drumming of my ears. He collapsed next to me, pulling me close.
“That was amazing,” he breathed into my hair.
I turned in his embrace, resting my head against him, enjoying the thudding of his heart “Can we do that again?” I breathed against his tight skin.
“Oh yes, princess. That was just the appetizer. I plan on making you cum like that all night long.”
I loved the sound of that.
