His mouth crashes against mine again, his kiss hot and consuming, and I know without a doubt—Flint isn’t just some mountain man passing through my life.
Heismy life.
And I never want to leave his arms.
“I can’t wait to try a taste of your specialty.” He picks up a spoon, dragging it through the batter and teasing it at my lips. I shake my head, too nervous just waiting for him to taste it for the first time.
He plops it in his mouth, eyes closing as a sexy groan falls from his lips. “Incredible.”
He takes a few more bites before dropping his spoon and lifting me in his arms, cementing our lips so I can taste the honey and chocolate sweetness on his flesh.
We kiss with wild pleasure, his hands traveling my skin as he stands, his thick cock pressing into my hip as he backs us to the sofa. His fingers nudge under my waistband and sweep at my soaked core, eliciting a riot of feelings before desperate little moans fall on my lips.
“You taste way better than that dessert, sweet cheeks.” He pulls his hand from my pants and swipes the glistening arousal across my lips. And then his lips are on mine, tasting me and sharing the sexy sweetness of my arousal and my dessert on our lips.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt–he’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt.
“I've been waiting for the right time to tell you this, but…I knew I could love you from the moment we met, then, after this week… if it's possible, I love you even more now.”
“Flint–” I whimper against his lips, “I love you too. Youmademe love you with all your protective, hero stuff.”
He laughs, kissing me again. “I’m so glad to hear I made such a lasting impression.” His kisses turn more dominant, greedier. “You don't know what it does to me to hear you say that.”
"I can hardly sleep at night. My mind races with thoughts of you," I confess as his hands wander across my sensitive body.
"Oh?" He sinks deeper into the pillows. "Tell me what was keeping you up all night."
His eyes twinkle mischievously as I hesitate. "Your hands, your mouth, on me..."
"Where?" He smirks as one of his hands finds the string of my apron hidden behind a pillow.
"Everywhere." I reply, feeling a rush of desire coursing through my body.
He raises an eyebrow and runs the apron string through his fingers. "I need more specific instructions than that."
He's flirting now, and it only adds to the heat building inside me. "Oral. I couldn't stop thinking about your tongue between my thighs all night."
With renewed determination, he flips me over on the couch with a smirk. "Is that right, little miss sweet cheeks?"
He taps at my cotton-covered pussy, his eyes turning predatory as he hovers over me, burying his nose in the center of my aroused core, inhaling deeply.
“This is fucking delicious,” he says, tapping my most private part again. I let out little moans as he strips me of my panties and covers my flesh with his mouth. He takes his time, slowlydevouring me with deft precision. His fingers work my clitoris, the scratch of his beard on my hot flesh already enough to make me tremble.
When he slips one finger inside of me and hooks it, I lose my mind, falling over the edge into my first orgasm under his hands. I’m a shaking mess, vulnerable and desperate for more.
He crawls up my body, kissing me softly.
“I have a confession, I was up most of the night watching you sleep, you’re so intoxicating,” he breathes against my center before slowly sliding his tongue between my thighs. I moan in pleasure, my body arching towards him. “This needy pussy is so ready for me.”
Flint pulls away for a moment, teasing me with his tongue before diving back in. My hands tangle in his hair as he works me into a frenzy, pushing one finger inside me and then another. Desire courses through my veins as he continues to drive me wild with his mouth and fingers.
I want him inside of me again, but I also want to taste him. I tug on his hair, signaling for him to come up to me. He crawls up my body and kisses me deeply, the taste of myself mixing with his own flavor. I hold onto him tightly, kissing him with all the passion I can muster.
He breaks away from our kiss, leaving me groaning in frustration. “Impatient, are we?” His eyes flick down to his rock hard dick, which he strokes a few times while watching me with a hungry gaze. “You’ve got me so hard, sweetheart.”
He crawls over me and grinds himself against my center, causing waves of pleasure to shoot through my body. I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails into his back as he teases me with the tip of his length. My legs lock around his waist, pulling him closer and urging him on. “Are you sure you can handle more?”
My eyes flicker up to his as he freezes above me.
