“Now, I know you can open up wider than that, you’ve had my cock in your mouth.”
I’m unable to stop my gasp. The mouth on this man will be my ultimate demise, because when he talks to me like this, I’m putty in his hands.
“There you go.”
I feel cool metal as he slides the spoon past my lips, and I close my mouth around it.
My taste buds are hit with a creamy, smooth sweetness, followed by the distinct cool sharpness of mint and the rich crunch of dark chocolate chips.
“Nice?” he asks.
My eyelids flutter open, finding his gaze fixated on my mouth.
“Yes, the perfect palate cleanser,” I say, licking the excess off my lower lip.
His eyes follow the action, growing darker with desire as he grips my chin.
“Hmm, let me have a taste.” And then his lips are on mine, his tongue slowly teasing as he devours me. When he pulls back, I’m breathless.
“Okay, next. Eyes closed.”
I do as he says, my breathing heavy as he presses the spoon to my lips. I open up, and he slips it inside. It’s soft and creamy, frosty vanilla, and I swallow it with a giggle.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
I clear my throat, and when I open my eyes again, his head is tilted as he waits for me to reply.
“You don’t want to know.”
He raises his eyebrows. “I want to know everything where you’re concerned, so fess up.”
I take the spoon out of his hand and lean over to get some more vanilla from the carton, then bring it to his mouth. He opens up, and I watch as he sucks it off the spoon.
“I always thought you were a little bit frosty, but you’ve proved otherwise.”
His hands move slowly up and down my thighs, the gesture intimate. “Maybe with everyone else, but never with you.” And he’s right, he’s always been really accepting of me. I’ve always put it down to him and Ric being best friends, but now I’m not too sure.
“I’m beginning to see that.”
Feeling exposed, I lean over to get some more. I know some people find Vanilla boring, but I don’t. I think it’s complex when you really think about it. Floral, sweet with slight smoky undertones of caramel. If anything, it’s a flavour enhancer.
I bring the spoon to my mouth and close my eyes as I savour the flavour, letting out a deep, satisfied moan.
“Rainbow, you have no idea how much you turn me on, do you?”
Opening my eyes, I stare back at him, loving the way he looks at me, and lick the remnants off the spoon.
“I think I have an idea.”
He takes the spoon back from me and leans closer. I think he’s going to kiss me again, but instead his hand moves to my chest, his palm pressed over my heart.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I raise my arms, and he reaches for the hem of the t-shirt and tosses it behind him.
Stepping back, he appraises me, his eyes tracing the swell of my breasts down my stomach, and he arches a brow as he pulls the waistband of the shorts I’m wearing.
“These, too. I want you spread bare for me.”
