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Her lips kissed along his nipple, and she was soft in every lick and sweep of her hands. It was driving him insane. He wanted more. Deeper, harder, rougher. To reach out and toss her over the couch and take her. To hug her close and wrap every inch of himself around her.
Make her take it.
Make her love it.
Make her love him.
Instead, he kept his willpower. Kept his hands to himself. Let her kiss him. Because the feeling of her mouth on his skin was incredible.
It wasn’t until he heard the jingle of his belt being unfastened that he realized she was trying to tug his pants off. He adjusted enough to let her have access. His jeans hit the floor, and he sat there in his boxer briefs, his woman kissing him.
Her soft hands then started to peel back his underwear. Trailing them down his legs and off, while her mouth grazed his belly button. He was hard and hot and ready, and she went slow with her soft touches.
“Stay right here. Don’t move,” she whispered, then got up quickly and left the room.
What the hell? He felt like an idiot sitting there, but he did as she asked. She came back into view and placed the strawberries, whipped cream, and ice cream on the coffee table.
“I want to try something,” she said and knelt in front of him. She was holding a spoon, her cute little pants and amazing breasts on display for him.
Grant had a chill just watching her open the small carton so close to his lap.
“Calm down, I’m not going to freeze your dick off,” she said with a smile.
Grant laughed. “I’m all yours, baby. Just trying to figure out what you’re doing.”
“I heard about this trick . . . ,” she started, dipping the spoon into the ice cream and taking a bite. Grant watched, transfixed. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen was kneeling before him, between his spread knees, eating ice cream.
If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.
“Apparently, there are different sensations to be had,” she said, taking another bite of ice cream, letting the spoon slowly slip from her lips. Grant was hard and ready to experience whatever these sensations were.
She took another bite of ice cream, then, with it still in her mouth, she bent forward. With her lips an inch from his raging hard-on, she exhaled slowly, her cool vanilla breath hitting the tip. Shivers raced up his spine, but his cock grew hotter and harder.
“Jesus,” he mumbled, trying to figure out where his brain was going.
He watched her throat bob on a swallow, then she snaked her tongue out and licked the crown.
“Oh my God,” he said and gripped the couch at his sides. Her tongue was cold, and it buzzed against his hot skin. He’d never felt anything like it.
“Not too bad, right?” she asked with a sexy smile.
“There’s nothing bad about what you’re doing,” he confirmed and once again checked the urge to cup her face and thrust himself deep into her throat. Grant was used to hard and rough, and Hannah seemed to like that. Asked him for it. But at this moment, the teasing and slow torture got him turned on in a way he never had been.
Delayed gratification had never been a part of his vocabulary, but he was seeing the upside to it. Because he was the luckiest son of bitch alive to have this woman see to him like she was. He wouldn’t do anything to interrupt her.
“This is your show, baby,” he said around a ragged breath.
She kissed around his navel, his hard cock bobbing against her neck, as if begging for attention. His fists squeezed the couch cushions harder.
She took another bite of ice cream, and when she came back, it was still in her mouth.
With an eyebrow raised and a saucy grin, she took him into her mouth, sucking hard. The cool vanilla swirled around his cock as she sucked up and down. The feel of her mouth, mixed with the cool cream sliding in and out of her throat, was the best damn thing he’d ever felt.
“Jesus, baby, you have me close already.” It was embarrassing, actually, how quickly she could get him to come. He’d never wanted someone so badly in his life, and he was already on the brink. Which he wouldn’t allow, since he hadn’t even gotten a chance to taste Hannah, or even get her close.
She hummed around him, swallowing while she still took him into her mouth, and Grant’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. Wait. He needed her. Needed to taste her. Feel her. He wasn’t ready for this to be over yet, and he wanted to play this game, too.
“My turn,” he said, his voice hoarse from trying to keep his composure.
