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“What else?”
“Soft and warm.” I stroke a finger along her slit.
“More,” she sighs.
“Best fucking dessert tray I’ve ever seen.”
Grace laughs. “You’re ridiculous!”
“Nah, no toppings required. Looks good enough to eat plain. Straight from the source.” With my hands banded around her upper thighs, I wrench her down to satisfy my insatiable appetite.
“Oh,” she squeaks.
I drag my tongue through her center. Any further protest fades into a moan. Her unique flavor is a burst of tangy honey that I’m instantly addicted to. The sugar rush is permanently engrained and seared to memory. She’s sweeter than frosting on homemade apple pie.
After that initial swipe, I become ravenous. An animalistic growl rips from me as I indulge in her. Grace squeals and bucks against me. She slaps a palm against the headboard, gripping the wood for support. Our gazes collide in a fiery exchange. The onslaught rocks both of us.
I bury my lips in her slippery heat, buzzing for added sensation. The vibration reminds me of her toys. Beating the effectiveness of those battery-operated dicks is a new goal. A whimpered mewl has me smiling into my next sweep. She grinds down to seek more friction, which only spurs me to work faster.
Grace tosses her head back, thrashing to send her hair flying like a dark halo as my tongue lashes and swirls her clit. I shift my focus to the mirror above. A grin paints her lips when our eyes lock. My cock strains against the confines of my boxers but I ignore the throb. Fuck, the sight of her riding my face might be enough to make me bust.
I suckle her clit in greedy pulls. She claws at my arms in return. Her sugary desire is smeared across my mouth and chin like a badge of honor. It isn’t enough. I shove my face deeper, needing to drown in her. Even my nose is buried to drag her scent into me until she’s an invasion I’ll never escape. Not that I want to. She’s intoxicating me with our shared desperation. I’m drunk on her and dizzy with lust. I should pull away for a decent breath, but I’m too far gone.
Her arousal dribbles from my lips and I inwardly curse. I can’t swallow fast enough. My motions are getting sloppy. Not a drop should be wasted. I increase my suction to guzzle her down like the priceless brew she is. Grace rewards me with a stream of unintelligible nonsense. Her passion is a chorus of garbled pleas. What I’m able to comprehend is that she’s begging for more. Meanwhile, the noises ripping from me are from a man feasting on the best meal of his life.
“You’re s-sooo good at this,” she cries.
My eyelids droop but I refuse to let them shut. I won’t miss a moment of her erotic display. She’s gasping, her tits rising and falling with rapid breaths. Red blotches stain her chest. The muscles in her arms bunch as she uses the headboard for leverage. A sheen of sweat brightens her skin. My steady actions falter for a moment. Damn, she’s never looked more stunning.
Distant booms crack into our intimate bubble to signal that the fireworks have begun. I couldn’t care less. The only explosions I’m concerned about are in this room. On cue, Grace clamps her knees against my ears. The furious beat of my pulse replaces her siren song. That won’t do. I wrench her tighter against me, reinforcing the seal between our lips, which allows her serenading to spill free.
“There,” she pants. “Yes, yes.”
Grace rocks against me to the tempo of my lashings along her pussy. A quake ripples from her into me. The cue that she’s close doubles my efforts. I stiffen my tongue to plunge inside her. A drawn-out whimper slips from her parted lips as I fuck her with my mouth. Ecstasy splashes across her features. Jaw slack and eyes drowsy, she surrenders to the release I’m providing. Her climax strikes with a scream that she belatedly muffles behind a palm.
Watching Grace unravel feels like a gift meant solely for me. Each shudder and quiver is a bonus I earned. The pressure deflates and I slow my pace. Tension melts from her as well. She slumps forward until her forehead rests against the wall.
“That’s one,” I murmur against her folds.
Clarity returns in a lazy wave, but I’m no less crazed. Before she can recover or attempt a response, I flip her onto her back in a fluid motion. She bounces on the mattress while I get situated in the next position. I roll until I’m flat on my stomach with a direct view of heaven. Her legs are hooked over my shoulders while she’s still trying to catch her breath. Then my mouth lowers to her slick pussy.
“Ready for another?” I exhale into her wet slit.
Aftershocks still twitch her muscles. “S-sure.”
“Coming right up.”
“O-okay, that’s enough.” My voice is a hoarse plea when I’m able to speak.
Garrett’s tongue takes a leisurely swipe through my sex. “I’ve heard that before.”
The tease is wholly at my expense. I made the mistake of begging for a reprieve, only to change my tune minutes later once the afterglow faded. His smirk taunted me as he dove in and fulfilled my request. Twice or thrice. The man loves to eat. And as predicted, he leaves zero crumbs.
“This time is for real,” I insist.
The limit has presented itself with indisputable certainty. Shocks zap me from the overwhelming onslaught. Cramps radiate from places I didn’t know could seize. Sweat slicks my skin as I struggle to prop myself upright. My body rebels and I collapse flat on the bed. I’m a soggy lump after too many orgasms. I’ve lost track of the number he’s blessed me with, but another might just wreck me beyond repair.
“Did I fulfill my oral requirements for the evening?” Garrett sweeps across my sensitive clit.
