I was a damn puppy dog when it came to this woman.
“I can only imagine one thing sweeter.” I pushed my empty cup away, standing and placing a warm hand on her elbow.
Her eyelids fluttered open wide.
My entire body was strung tight and aching for her. Just the thought of flipping her over the kitchen island and making a feast of her sweet little pussy was enough to make my cock leak like a faucet.
“You’ve been so busy worrying about what I like,” I whispered, hand at her waist, pinning her between the counter and me. “What do you like, Daphne?”
She couldn’t speak, round little mouth panting breathless pants and making my erection pound a little harder with the need to feel this woman on another level.
“I like spending time with you.”
I grinned, pride rioting through me. “Glad to hear that.”
I did the thing I’d been thinking about since she sucked all the chocolate off the spoon: I pressed my lips to hers, gentle at first and then with more fervor.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” I breathed between kisses. “I exhaust myself thinking of all the ways I could kiss you.” I nipped at the side of her smile. “Make you all soft and warm in my hands…” My hands traveled up her body, discovering all the curvy new territory of her hips and waist.
I tightened my hold, grinding her against my hard muscles.
“Do you want me to keep kissing you, Daphne?”
She nodded softly, her tongue darting out to trace my own sensitive lips.
She tasted like chocolate and honey and a hint of cinnamon, and every second she was on my taste buds, I only wanted more.
“Say it.”
She nodded. “Please, kiss me, Arkin.”
Her words were all it took for the animal in me to take over. Hands at her hips, grinding against her, I ran my tongue along the seam and then lunged.
Our tongues dancing and tangling together, I scented her deeply through my nose, the cinnamon and fire of her enough to send me into overdrive.
“You make me want to do things like protect you.” I lifted her up onto the island, her ass cheeks against the cold granite countertop. “And say things like I do.”
I pushed my hands up her creamy thighs, digging my fingertips in deep and sliding her pretty ass toward my face. “And spend my nights buried between these beautiful thighs.”
I pushed her legs apart, my thumbs stroking the wet seam of her little cotton underwear.
“So fucking soaked for me, Daphne.” I patted the damp crotch of her panties. “I love how responsive this sweet cunt is to my touch.”
She moaned, back arching off the counter and right for my mouth.
“Eager pussy we have here.” I grinned, sliding my nose against the damp fabric. “And smells sweeter than a fresh ripe peach.”
My hands crawled up her creamy skin, lifting her dress as I went and patrolling every inch of her silky property.
“Should I taste this juicy peach?”
She hummed, arched, fingers meeting mine at the center of her chest. “Say it,” I ordered.
“Please eat my pretty pussy. I’m so soaking wet and ready foryou.”
I growled against her cunt, pleased when she trembled against me and a fresh wave of desire soaked her little panties. “You like that dirty talk, don’t you, my sweet peach?”
She moaned softly, trying to grind her greedy little hips against my face.
