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“Yes. Now lie back and hold still.”
I reluctantly do as he says, lying flat on the mattress. But that doesn’t stop me from questioning his motives.
He sets his “supplies” down beside me.
I watch him strip down to his birthday suit before climbing back on top of me. I immediately spread my legs.
“I want you.”
“Tonight”—he grabs the whipped cream, spraying the contents on my neck. I flinch from the sudden coldness—“I’m going to make a meal out of you.”
He continues adding whipped cream on my nipples, down to my naval, and to my clit.
He then grabs a strawberry. “Care for a strawberry, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I reply without another thought.
Putting the cut top in his mouth, he leans down to my lips. And with my teeth I grab hold of the strawberry. The flavor of the strawberry, mixed in with the taste of his mouth, is a whole different flavor I never expected. The sweetness of the strawberry mixes in with the passion of his kiss.
I reach for him, to get him closer, but he pulls away again. “What are you?—”
He then grabs the chocolate syrup, holding it up with a satisfied grin.
“Where are you going to put that?”
“Where do I have the whipped cream?”
I start to close my legs. “You can’t be?—”
He keeps my legs apart with his hips. “Yes I am, so stay still. I promise, you’ll enjoy this as much as I will.”
I’m not a fan at not knowing what’s going on in that dirty mind of his, yet at the same time I’m finding it incredibly sexy.
Opening the cap on the bottle, he tips it over, letting it drip on my skin from my clavicle, down my body, and close to my pussy. He spreads it on my body like I were ice cream.
I’m so shocked by this, I forget I still have a piece of strawberry in my mouth. I chew the last of it before swallowing.
He kisses my neck, hitting my sweet spot that immediately makes me moan.
“Jake.”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I need you inside me.”
“And you’ll have me. As soon as I have a taste of you.”
If it wasn’t for his lips and talented tongue on my body, I’d be pissed that I’d have to wait.
I close my eyes from the growing pleasure. He travels lower, down to my breasts. My nipples are covered in whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
Within seconds, he devours one of them. Sucking it. Teasing it in a circular motion with his tongue. I arch my back, wanting him impossibly closer.
He moans. “Oh, baby, you taste so good.”
“How good?” I breathe out the question. My eyes are closed.
“You’re now my favorite dessert.” He moves to the other nipple.