“Experiencing cold and then heat awakens the nerve endings,” I explain. “It might make you more sensitive.”
“Thank you, Dr. Cormac,” she says, her eyes dancing. “But I’ve always been more of a show-learner than a tell-learner.”
“Of course. You don’t like being told what to do.”
She gives me a look that could kill a man more surely than any weapon. “Sometimes I do. Now, show me, Doc. IpromiseI’ll pay good attention.”
My dick gets harder, demanding I do something about this intriguing situation I’ve landed myself in.
I dip the cone toward her flesh, spreading ice cream over her heated inner thigh. She gasps, her fingers digging into the counter.
“Fuck, that’s cold.”
I don’t say anything. I just set it aside, then look up at her as I follow the trail of melted ice cream with my tongue on either side, sucking and licking my way to her center. She swears and presses into my mouth.
I pull her closer, needing more, and drape her legs over my shoulders so I can have full access to her. One of my hands gripsher thigh and the other is pressed to the cool door of the cupboard for balance. She releases the counter and weaves her hands in my hair, squeezing so tightly it hurts a little as I lick and suck, savoring the taste of ice cream andher.
But I won’t be hurried along. This might be my only chance to taste her. To lose myself inside of her. I’m not going to waste the opportunity. So I slowly learn the taste of her and the ways and places she needs my tongue.
Before long, I can tell she’s getting close—she pulls my hair tighter, and her whole body thrums with need.
I look up to watch her come, needing to see it happen. Desperate for the knowledge that tonight, at least, I’m the one who helped her feel pleasure.
She throws her head back, pressing against the cupboards behind her as I suck harder. She comes apart beneath my mouth, and it’s the most glorious thing that’s ever happened to me. I memorize everything—the murmuring sounds she’s making, the way her legs lock around me, the taste of her, and the feeling of pride.
After a moment, she tugs me back lightly by my hair. “Get a condom.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, even though my dick is throbbing and desperate. If an appendage could think, it would be telling me that I’m an idiot.
“Now,” she says, her tone bossy.
I’m grinning as I hurry down the hall to my bedroom and grab one from the dresser drawer.
When I come back with the condom, Nora’s waiting for me on the counter, giving me a saucy look.
I stride across the floor so quickly I stumble over the leg of one of the chairs and nearly face-plant.
She laughs at me.
I smile back. “Don’t give me a hard time. I’m in a hurry.”
When I get to the counter, she reaches down and pulls me to her by the band of my shorts. Dear God. I’m going to have to think bleak thoughts to avoid coming immediately. It’s been a while—I don’t even remember how long—and this isher.
I kiss her, and she still tastes like the ice cream. Sweet and decadent.
“I don’t know how long I can last,” I say honestly. “I really fucking want this.”
“I can tell.” Her eyes gleam as she rubs her hand over the front of my shorts—the sensation driving me nuts.
Fuck. Nope. Can’t wait.
I grab the condom packet in my teeth and push my shorts and boxers down. Then I tear the packet open and roll it on.
I have a second to reflect that I’m doing this all wrong. I should have invited her into my bedroom, which is surely more comfortable than the kitchen counter. I probably should have lit a candle or something too. Although I’ve never really understood why people light candles, there must be something to it if so many people agree it’s romantic.
But Nora kisses me, hard, and runs her hand along the length of my dick, and suddenly all I’m thinking about is sinking into her.
“God, you’re hard,” she says, her voice sultry.
