In the next second, my mouth is on her and I finally get to feel those pillowy lips against mine, I finally get to taste her. I finally get to feel her beneath my hands that palm her narrow waist before sliding back to grab her ass again.Fuck, the feel of her full cheeks in my big hands is everything I imagined, fulfilling and perfect.
Capturing her bottom lip between my own, I devour her. Noelle meets every kiss, every grind of my hips at the juncture of her spread thighs, with her own frenzied movements. There’s nothing slow about the way we come together, it’s hot and frantic and desperate. Because I am a desperate man. The moment I laid eyes on her, I wanted to consume her and claim her as mine. Call it intuition but I knew she could match my brand of darkness. I knew she would understand me.
So I’m desperate to test my theories.
Greedy to taste all of her, I start trailing kisses down her slender neck, over her pronounced collarbone, brushing my hungry lips over theswell of her breasts. Even without a bra for support, they’re rounded at the top as if waiting for my touch.
My lips skim the neckline of her top. I have plans to go further but before I can, she demands, “Don’t you dare stop there.” Her fingers run over my buzzed hair as I peer up at her through my lashes, rubbing my short beard over her baby-soft skin. The desire to tease her, toy with her, is so strong. But I’m too impatient to wait any longer.
Taking her mouth once more, I yank at the thin straps of her top, snapping them so the fabric gathers at her waist, exposing the most delicious nipples I’ve ever seen. At the feel of me destroying her clothing, Noelle gasps into my mouth where I capture her sounds as my own.
Fuck, if she sounds this good with just my mouth on hers, imagine how she’ll sound once my mouth is between her legs.
“You think you’re in control?” It’s a rhetorical question, we both know she’s pliable beneath my touch.
Just to prove a point, I fold her back so her back is flat against the counter, her head hanging off the side as I grab both her ruined top and the hem of her shorts in both hands before yanking them over her generous hips to expose all of her to me.
Well that escalated quickly.
Noelle in a cute little matching set was hot. But Noelle in absolutely nothing is debilitatingly erotic. Creamy smooth skin. Perfect curves that draw my attention to all the right places. Gazing upon her could cause a man to lose his mind.
For someone who was so bold moments ago, her eyes looking anywhere but at me tells me she’s not comfortable with her own nudity.
I can fix that.
“Eyes on me, beautiful.”
And damn if the weight of her gaze on me doesn’t send shivers down my spine.
Without breaking eye contact, I reach for one of the piping bags offrosting and grin when I retrieve the red one.
“I noticed you don’t have any tattoos,” I observe. “You’re a blank canvas.”
“What does that mean?” She asks in a tone that sounds like excitement masquerading as trepidation.
I lower the metal tip of the frosting bag to one of her hardened nipples and squeeze a little dollop out. Wordlessly, Noelle watches in fascination, eager to see what I’ll do next.
“It means,” I lower my head to her breast so she can feel my hot breath on her skin with every word. “It means my mark is the only one you’ll wear.” Then I flick my tongue out to clean the frosting off her nipple. The moan that leaves her mouth is music to my ears. But if she thinks this is heavenly, wait until I really get started.
Next, I squeeze a trail of frosting from between her breasts all the way down to her belly button. It’s an inny, how cute.
Starting from the bottom, I lick my way to the top, savoring the taste of her mixed with the sweet topping until I reach the valley between her tits. Peering up at her, I see the anticipation written all over her face. I see the thrill of doing things she’s never done before. Of giving herself over to a man as dangerous as me.
I take my time leaving trails of icing that inch closer and closer to my final destination. Along her thighs, over her lower abdomen, every stroke of my tongue brings her closer to the edge. She’s practically quaking with need and I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.
I could drag this out longer but I think we’ve both waited long enough. So with one final swirl of frosting to top that sweet spot in the center, I finally slide the pad of my tongue through her slit before wrapping my lips around the bead of icing and sucking her clit into my mouth. The moment I do, Noelle’s back arches off the counter and one of her hands shoots to my shoulder, digging her nails into my shirt. Her other hand pulls at the roots of her hair as she rides the pleasure I deliver.
I don’t stop, I can’t stop. I continue to stroke her clit with precise flicks of my tongue, throwing in some sporadic sucking to drive her wild.
“Cole,” she breathlessly groans. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
My name on her lips makes my already hard cock swell with need. Resisting the urge to plunge deep into her tight heat is a hurtle not easily overcome, but I do it anyway. Because I want to learn her body first. I want to learn her tells and understand what every noise and move she makes means.
If I never had to come up for air, I’d gladly move in between her legs.
I can hear how close she is in the unfinished sentences she’s spewing. “Cole…please…I’m so…oh my god.”
Ready to drive her toward oblivion, I shove two fingers into her slick cunt and thrust like my life depends on it. The onslaught of sudden stimulation draws a noise from her that I can only describe as orgasmic as her hips buck off the counter to grind into my mouth, smearing herself all over my face.
