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“You’re needy for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“So needy,” I almost whine.
“Just a little bit longer.” He hands me a bottle of water, and a bowl of blueberries, my treat of choice after a scene. The protective nature of my man typically doesn’t allow me to do back-to-back scenes. He never wants me to experience sub-drop unsafely.
I devour the berries, enjoying the sweetness of them, and fall asleep on the ride back to the city.
“We’re here, Heaven.” His gentle voice wakes me, and the nap is what my body needed because I can’t imagine we’re done for the night. He holds my hand when we cross the lobby to the elevators. “You’ve got your snack. I’m about to have my own snack soon, baby girl,” he croons, and it’s a hint at what he has planned. “Hop in the shower, make it quick, and meet me naked in the living room.”
He guides me from the elevator to his condo, and with my energy returning, I do as I’m told.
It doesn’t take me long to wash my hair and the rest of my body. Wrapping my wet blonde locks into a high bun, I saunter out to the living room and stop in my tracks at a bench similar to what he has at the club. But this time, it’s set up in his personal space.
Next to the bench is several bowls of food, fruit to be specific. “As I said, I’m starving. Come lay down.”
I’m curious and needy, as I heard everyone fucking in the club tonight. He helps me on the bench. “You make the most luscious plate.” He spoons out slices of strawberries onto my stomach. “And you know strawberries are much better with whipped cream.”
He sprays the whipped cream all over the fruit, but deposits some of it in my mouth. “Just getting you ready for more cream on your lips.” There’s a long pause, my eyes following his every move. “And this wouldn’t be complete without chocolate syrup.”
One look at the heat in his eyes, he’s hungry but it’s for more than the smorgasbord on my body.
“I’m going to eat you all up tonight, baby.” And his words hold dual meanings. He doesn’t use a fork or spoon but begins to lap up the food with his mouth alone, with a lot of attention on the yumminess around my nipples. He shifts down my body, slurping it all up, and in his voracious appetite, the sounds filling the air are sexy, with the way he’s using my body as his own human plate.
“This needs more cream.” He reaches for the whipped cream can he left near my shoulders and begins spraying it under my pelvic bone, lapping up every drop.
He pushes from the bench, stroking his cock. “See what eating you out does to me?” He chuckles at his play on words again and leans in close to my ear. “Now, I’m going to fuck you and give you some real cream to go with those strawberries.”
He hops back onto the bench with Chicago yet again as our backdrop, as he stares into my eyes. At the root of our kinky play is an immense love for each other. “Goddamnit, Heaven. You make me want to conquer the world for you, baby.”
“All you have to do is conquer me.”
My words must undo him, and he bucks into me as though it’s the last time he’ll ever be able to claim me. He pulls out each time, only to repeat it, taking his hands and smearing them all over my body—the strawberries, cream, and chocolate coating my skin—and every couple of thrusts, he swipes his fingers through the concoction, tasting it. But with each tasting, it fuels him, and each and every welcomed assault on my body is wilder, hurried. I love every part of his frenzied fucking.
As though he can read my mind, the pad of his thumb rubs against my clit, and he pinches my nipples. I begin to writhe because this unbridled passion isn’t something I want to end. He can sense it and slows as we both catch our breath.
“Heaven, if it’s too rough, you have a safeword.”
“I fucking love this, hell, use me as your plate for every meal.”
He begins to chuckle, but I’m ready. The second he pushes into me, this time the thrusts so hurried, so frenzied, I grab on to the side of the bench to not fall. And he doesn’t stop.
“Always mine. Forever mine. For infinity,” he moans as my orgasm quakes through my entire body. He pulls out, promising me his release. I sit up enough to take him in my mouth, and his fingers continue to spread his midnight snack further on my body as I swallow his cum.
“Never thought you’d have strawberries and cream quite like this, did you?” he asks, both of us laughing at the mess we’ve made with our food.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
“Where are you taking me?” My eyes are on the scenery of the outdoors, but a heavy coat, a winter hat, and a scarf sit on the back seat, items he’d instructed me to bring.
“It’s a surprise,” he returns and it’s all I get.
“Really, Luc? That’s all you’re going to give me?”
Rubbing the scruff of his chin, I see a smile peek through, and in his cocky demeanor, I wouldn’t want the man to change.
“Are we visiting your parents?” I ask as if I’ll slip him up.
“Nice try. Didn’t I tell you to bring a book?”
