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“It seemed like the way to get you nice and wet.”
“Oh, it definitely got me there,” I say. “So, what’s next?”
Chapter Eighteen
Oscar
That’sgottobethe longest I’ve spent licking our mate before making her come, and she hasn’t grinded that hard against me before, ever. The table was a mistake, but at least we gave it a try.
I tell her to sit on one of the chairs. They’re apparently as hard as the table, because she gets up and slips the cushion under her ass. Then she looks over at me.
“We’re not going upstairs?” she asks.
“Not yet,” I tell her, bringing the bowls over to the table. Everett might kill me if I get frosting all over the fancy bed sheets, and there’s no way in hell this isn’t going to get messy.
It’s too bad she had to help me with the frosting. My original plan included a blindfold. Of course, that plan also involved the table, which has turned out to be a no-go.
I sit down opposite her and dip a strawberry into the frosting.
She opens her mouth when I offer it. Bites into the fruit and nods.
“Mmm,” she says. “Those are so good.”
I feed her a couple more, before I dip my fingers into the frosting and drip a little onto her breasts.
She gasps in surprise, and I smile as I drip a little more, and a little more.
I stare at the sticky-sweet glaze I’ve covered her chest in, and it’s like a work of art.
I didn’t think it was possible to make those perfect pink peaks any more appealing, but this is so much sexier than I imagined. I almost don’t want to lick it off.
I suck the drying frosting off my fingers, before I get down on my knees in front of her.
The floor is harder than the table, but I’ve gotten past the need for soft surfaces.
All I want now is to make my mate feel good in as many different ways as possible before our night alone together is over. I lean forward and suck one of her frosting glazed nipples into my mouth.
Her breathing hitches as I lick and suck the frosting off, taking my time to make sure I don’t miss a single drop.
My lips feel sticky by the time I’m done, and her nipples have hardened into sharp points from the all the attention I’ve been giving them.
“Is it my turn to feed you?” she asks, her voice breathy.
I shake my head. “I’ve got a much better idea.”
I stand up and offer my hands to help her up.
She’s still a little shaky on her feet, but I’m going to need her to be on them just a little longer.
“Where are we going?” she asks, when I lead her out of the kitchen.
I turn back and give her a smile. “It’s a surprise.”
I lead her down the hall to the gym. She knows what this room is, but she’s never been interested in using it. I don’t blame her. Shifters are naturally toned in general. It takes a shit-ton of effort to increase our muscle-mass, and I don’t get why anyone would bother.
“I’m not really in the mood for a workout,” Cheryl tells me as I open the door.
“We’re not hitting the gym,” I tell her. “We’re headed to the showers.”
