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Mariam heaves a big sigh. “I’m too literal. No one has ever said anything like that to me before, and it threw me.”
“I shouldn’t have said it.” I run my hands through my hair in frustration.
She sets down her cup of water with a loud clank on the marble countertop and threads her arms around my torso. “Hey. I love that you say nice things to me. I love that you don’t play it cool. I don’t care much for cool people. I prefer hot, passionate people who aren’t afraid to geek out over something. And if it’s any consolation, here’s my scary thought: I’m totally falling for you.”
I smile down at her, noticing the tiny splotch of Nutella above her lip. “Hold still; you have something right there.” I suction my lips around it, licking off the spread.
She lets out a slight, sexy noise and shivers.
“Are you cold?”
“No. It’s your tongue. It makes me crazy,” she whispers.
“You make me crazy. And I’m falling for you, too.”
Mariam rises up on the balls of her feet to kiss my lips. She tastes like hazelnut and cocoa and thoroughly herself. Even though she wrung me out upstairs, I can’t get enough of her.
“I don’t like you working so hard to kiss me,” I grumble, then haul her into my arms, setting her down on the kitchen island. “There. Now we’re almost even.”
Her eyes sparkle. “And easier access to snacks.”
Mariam picks up the spoon resting inside the Nutella jar and holds it in front of my mouth. I hold her gaze while I suck the sweetness off the spoon slowly.
“Good boy,” she says, pulling the spoon away. “Oops. Hold still. Let me get that.” Her nibbles against my lips are far too sweet and teasing. I have the sudden urge to suck Nutella off her body until she starts making those sexy moans.
“You know something? I think I saw some fall down your shirt,” I say.
Mariam arches one brow and points to her chest. “This shirt? This shirt right here?”
I nod, biting my lip in anticipation.
“Should I unbutton it so you can take a look? I certainly don’t want to make a mess on your clothes….”
Slowly, she unfastens the buttons, revealing her bare torso and the lacy edge of her white panties.
I have to fight the urge to snake my arms under the shirt and pull all that gorgeous bare flesh against my chest.
“Now, let me see,” I say, taking the spoon out of her hand, lazily dipping it into the jar, and scooping up a generous amount. I lean into her to examine her breasts, one of my hands planted on the marble countertop next to her hip. I drizzle the entire spoonful over her pretty breasts, nearly covering one rosy nipple, with some cascading in narrow streams onto the tops of her thighs.
“Oh my goodness,” she laughs, wiggling with excitement on the countertop. “You’re absolutely right. I made such a mess!”
I love that my girl loves to play. Growling low in my chest as I hold back, I suck the hazelnut spread off her sternum first, working my way over to one breast. I have to fight it, this urge to spread her out on the countertop and let my mouth have what it wants. It wants to taste all of her. That smear of her stickiness I cleaned from my fingers was the barest taste, and that alone nearly made me come in my pants.
But I’ve got this. I’m hard as this marble, but I just came twice. I know I can hold it together.
For her. For Mariam, I’ll hold in my cum for days if it means making sure she feels good.
When I have my lips around her sweet nipple, cleaning it with my teeth and tongue, I’m drooling, and she’s panting. I swallow the sweet drizzle, my wild brain drumming up fantasies about tasting her milk one day.
One day. If she’s into it.
I’ve never given that particular kink a single thought before. But holy shit. I want to experience everything with this woman.
I want to put a baby in her and spend every night with her in my bed. I want to grow old and still mess around with her in the kitchen half-naked. I want to watch whatever nerdy thing she loves and learn how to cook for her.
I drag my mouth lower and lower, licking the chocolatey, nutty goodness off her sweet, soft tummy, then off the tops of her thighs. Slowly.
So slowly that before I finish, she’s threading her fingers into my hair and spreading her thighs open for me.
