She obeyed, and I fed the rest of it to her, watching as she chewed with her eyes still shut.
“It’s fabulous, Vincent.” At last she looked up at me again. “What is it?”
“It’s called baba.” I licked my finger where a little stickiness remained.
“What does it have in it?” She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.
“Guess.” I turned the box so she could see inside. “Tell me what you think it’s made of.”
She tilted her head. “I tasted lemon. And sweet. Almost like a doughnut ... but not quite.”
“You’re right. The dough is very similar. And yes on the lemon, too. The syrup it’s dipped in is made of limoncello.”
“Mmmmmm. I love limoncello.”
“Have another one.” I toed off my shoes and laid back against the pillows. “Traditionally, there’s debate about which liquor should be used—rum or limoncello. I don’t take sides, but we always use limoncello at Cucina Felice, because my uncle John makes his own and gives us a couple of cases a year.”
“I’ve had some of your uncle’s limoncello at Ava and Liam’s house. It’s delicious.” There was still a little bit of syrup on her bottom lip, and I took advantage of that fact to pull her against me and suck that lip into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.
“Hey—watch the pastries. You’re crushing the baba.” She shifted to reach between us and push the bakery box out of the way.
“Sweetheart, there’s only one baba I want to crush tonight.” I held her by the upper arms and kissed her, enjoy the taste of the sugar and lemon mixed on her lips and the way her boobs brushed over my naked chest. I felt her nipples harden, and I knew what I wanted to do next.
Rolling us both over, I laid her gently on her back, taking a moment to enjoy the view. Her tits spilled out of the top of her nightie, and her face was flushed, her eyes luminous and her lips puffy from my kisses. Easing the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, I bared her breasts, watching in fascination as her nipples shriveled to points.
“When I made the baba today, I happened to use a little extra syrup, so they’d have lots of flavor. I think maybe I just found a better use for that now.” I reached back into the box and ran my finger through the thin layer of limoncello glaze. Holding it up so Amanda could see, I touched it to her lip and then used the same finger to swipe over her nipples, leaving a little of the sticky residue on the peaks.
My eyes never left hers as I lowered my mouth slowly and took one rosy tip into my mouth, humming in appreciation as I sucked.
“So sweet,” I rasped. “Lemon and sugar and you. The perfect flavor combination.”
Her pupils were dilated, and I saw her throat work as she swallowed. “Vincent ...”
“I got you, baby. I need another taste of that.” So saying, I trailed kisses to the other side and repeated the act, sucking hard on her nipple, even while I used my hand to caress the still-wet breast my mouth had just left.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Amanda.” I drew the lingerie material the rest of the way off her body until she was nude but for her panties. “I forgot how perfect you are. I don’t know which part of you to touch first.” I smiled crookedly. “Or maybe second would be more accurate.”
She lifted one hand to brush across my chest. “Get naked, Vincent, and we’ll figure that out together. I want to feel you pressed up against me. I want to feel you deep inside me.” She drew in a shuddering breath. “Take off your clothes now. Please.”
It only seemed right to reward her when she’d said please, so I shrugged off my shirt and tossed it to the side of the bed before I stood up and unhooked my pants, taking off my boxers at the same time as I pushed the khakis to my feet and kicked them away, along with my socks. My dick stood out from my body, straining toward Amanda, as eager for her as the rest of me was. Maybe even a little more.
She reached for me greedily as I lay alongside her, her hands stroking and her fingers curling around me, pumping my cock and cupping my balls until I groaned. I fumbled blindly to slide my hand between her legs, grunting when I found her wet and slippery for me.
I tugged the panties away, laughing a little as she cursed trying to get them off her legs. And then nothing was funny anymore, as I positioned myself between her legs and put my questing mouth on that hot and aching pussy that wanted me.
She arched upwards, her fingers fisting in the quilt that covered the bed. I didn’t so much as pause; I licked and nibbled and sucked until she was gasping my name and clutching my hair, riding my mouth with a single-minded need that made me want to explode.
Her orgasm was still rocking through her body when I reared back up and dove off the bed to find my pants, glad I’d remembered to stick one condom in there earlier. I had more in my bag, but no way in hell could I manage to take the time to find them now.
“Let me.” She sat up on her elbows and extended one hand. Her fingers shook a little, but she took the small circle from me. “Let me put it on you.”
Straddling her body, I crawled up until she could reach me, my breathing ragged as she rolled the condom over my throbbing flesh. Her hands cradled me, and she crunched her body up just enough to press one kiss on the flared crown.
“Now, Vincent.” She fell backward, spreading her legs open for me. “Take me now. Fuck me hard and don’t slow down. I want to feel every inch of you.”
I took my erection in my hand, giving it a few pulls before I positioned myself at her entrance and slid in just a little.
“Amanda.” I held myself over her and touched her cheek. Her eyes met mine, and neither of us looked away. We were linked intimately, and yet I was somehow desperate to touch her more.
