Page 52 of Sweet Spot

“What are you doing?” Lia giggled. “Meditating?”

I opened my eyes. “No.”

“You should try it. You look stressed out.”

“There’s no way I could look stressed out right now. I’m watching your clothes fall off your body while you make chocolate. This might actually be the best thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

She giggled as she poured an abundance of chocolate over her mold. Flipping it over, she held it in the air, letting the excess drip down like threads onto a pan. “I have no doubt you’re pretty pleased in this particular moment,” she smirked, “especially since I don’t have the hands to fix my top.”

“Just the way I like it.”

“Mm-hmm.” Her voice was rich, velvety. It put me in a trance. “But that doesn’t mean there isn’t something bothering you right now. Underneath everything.” She peered up to catch the furrow in my brow. “Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to tell me. I’m just giving a light suggestion that you meditate before work.”

“You’re kidding. Do you actually do that shit?”

“Not the way you’re imagining it,” she said, sliding the painted shell of the truffles into her freezer. “My form of meditation is something I do every night. Not the past few nights but I usually do when I don’t have guests, which of course is most of the time,” she laughed softly to herself.

“Alright, enough mystery. What is this secret practice of yours that you want me to do?”

“Take a bath.”

I paused. “You’re serious?”

Her eyes were bright as she nodded. “And you have to do it right. With salts and oils and all that good stuff. Otherwise you’re just sitting in water.”

I smiled. “Is that what you were doing the night I met you?”

“Yes.”

“Goddammit.” I groaned when I thought again about that night. As if feeling summoned, my dick hardened. I had to be grinning from ear to ear as Lia came right to me, straddling me and grinding so gently on my cock that if someone looked through the window they wouldn’t think she was moving. But she was because I could feel it – every pump of her thighs, every throb of her pussy through the cotton of her panties. Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, I kissed down her shoulder till her top fell off one breast. My laugh was low and languid as she let out a sound that was part-moan, part-whimper.

“Don’t turn me on right now, Lukas, I’m trying to help you.”

“You can help me by pulling your panties aside so I can touch that pussy.”

“You’re the worst,” she breathed out with a giggle. “Lukas,” she protested as I slipped my hand under her, drawing my fingers over her saturated panties.

“What do you know.”

“Don’t act so surprised, Lukas. You can always assume that I’m dripping wet around you.”

“Keep talking like that, you’re going to get fucked.”

“Shut up.” She giggled, tipping her head back to let me kiss her neck. I smirked as she tried to get away from me, stretching her arm across the counter, reaching for something. I peered over just in time to see her drag her fingertips across the pan of excess chocolate. The sexiest little grin touched her lips as she brought her hand back, letting it drip across the counter along the way.

Before I could ask what she was doing, she surprised the pleasant hell on me by cupping her tit with her hand and squeezing hard, smearing chocolate all across her skin.

Fuck. Me.

That little sound of content hummed from her lips as I grabbed her and held her breast to my mouth, swiping my tongue across her nipple then dragging it all over her, painfully hard as I sucked the sweetness off her skin. Her fists pulsed around her handfuls of my hair, her pussy so hot and wet on top of my throbbing dick as I licked her clean.

Damn it, I need a picture of this, I thought as I drew back to admire my handiwork.

She still straddled me in her panties and her worn-out top sliding halfway off her body. She still had just one tit exposed for me but now it was gleaming from the wetness of my tongue and her lips were pinker and plumper than I’d ever seen them. Her mouth stayed parted as she gazed back at me, her eyes pinned on me as her hand clawed her shirt till her other breast popped out. I let out a hard breath.

“I could look at you all day,” I muttered as I rolled her nipple between my fingers. “I know you’re ready to be fucked right now, Lia. But I want you to show me where and how you want it.”

She smiled. Wordlessly, she got up off my lap, glancing only once over her shoulder as she walked across the living room, shimmying out of her panties along the way. Good fucking God. I whipped my dick out of my sweats, stroking slowly as I watched her push her top off her body, ass naked as she bent over the dining table pushed up against the edge of her window.