I give a quick scratch to Patch’s belly, making him huff, then I bend down to kiss the top of Aurora’s head before I sneak out, closing the door behind me.
Maevyn was still washing her hair when I was done with the shower, so I ran back to my place to grab something I’d ordered earlier in the week, then grabbed the whipped cream from Maevyn’s fridge. When I saw it earlier, I knew it would be perfect to help cross another item off her list.
I flick the lock on Maevyn’s bedroom door, still hearing her moving about in the bathroom. Lighting the three candles on her dresser, along with one on her bedside table, I turn off all the other lights in the room and wait.
When Maevyn steps out of the bathroom, a baggy T-shirt covering her frame, which is frankly a waste of time—that thing’s coming right off—she freezes before adopting a smile.
“What are you doing?”
I pull the can of whipped cream from behind my back. “Want to cross another item off your list?”
She bites her lip as she tiptoes over to me, then places a leg over each of mine, sitting herself on my lap.
“You still have an appetite after all that dinner?”
“For you?” I ask, my hands inching under her shirt and grazing along he soft skin as I pull it off. “Always”
She leans in to kiss me, and I wind both arms around her back, then flip us so she’s lying on the mattress. An excited giggle falls from her lips, and her eyes sparkle under the candlelight.
I press a kiss to her mouth before I stand up, bringing one ankle up to rest over my shoulder. Reaching down for the cream, I pop the lid, give it a shake, then squeeze a trail from her foot down to her knee.
“I feel like I’m going to need another shower after this,” she says, throwing her arms over her head as I start to lick and kiss my way down her leg.
“I’ll clean you thoroughly with my tongue.”
I spray more up her thigh until it reaches her hip. Dropping to my knees, I let my tongue continue on its path as my fingers trace lightly up and down the other.
I take my time eating along the path of cream. When her thighs are clean, and her chest is heaving, I squeeze more up the middle of her stomach, stopping between her breasts.
She makes a frustrated little groan when she realises I’m not eating her pussy… yet.
“Patience, baby.” I chuckle as I start to crawl up and over her body. “I’ll get there.”
“You always want me to be patient.” I see her hands fist the sheets as my mouth moves up her torso.
“Because you let me be the first to earn my place here. I have all the time in the world to show you how much that means tome.” I lick up the rest of the cream until it finishes on her chest. “How muchyoumean to me.”
Her hips squirm underneath where I’m hovering over her. I reach for the can again, shaking and squeezing a drop on her pebbled, pierced nipple. My mouth closes over her, gently sucking the cream away, earning me a long, breathy moan.
My hand brushes her inner thigh, leaving a teasing graze over her cunt as I move to her other leg, then back again. Maevyn arches up, and I decorate her with more cream, covering both nipples this time. I kiss, lick, and suck over her skin, my cock feeling heavy, aching under my sweats.
I press into her, grinding my dick up and down in slow movements, matching the unhurried pace in which I lavish her breasts. She wraps her legs around my lower back, rotating her hips, trying to chase more, and I moan over her nipple.
Her pussy starts to grind against me, harder and faster. I grab onto both ankles from behind me and slide off her body until my knees hit the floor. She gasps when the cool cream lands on her clit, her breath hitching when I suck it clean off her.
I push her legs up, splaying her open for me, and draw more cream from her clit and all the way down her arse.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, lifting her head off the mattress to watch.
I try to keep it slow like I’ve been doing from the start, but if her pussy is in front of my mouth, I can’t help the way feral hunger takes over. I greedily lap her up, licking and sucking from top to bottom. I don’t miss an inch of her soft skin. I spray more cream over her and do it all again. When I clean her up, I place my thumb over her back hole while my tongue flicks over her clit.
“I thought we could try something else tonight, too,” I murmur.
She writhes over the mattress. “Will it feel this good?” she asks, ending with a moan.
I reach my hand under the covers where I hid the toy earlier and hold it up for her to see.
Her brows pinch. “What’s that?”
