Page 107 of Protective Love

"What am I trying?" she asks, looking at my plate of food.

I gape at her, still at a loss for words.

"What?"

"You." I gulp and shake my head, trying to get a grip of myself.

"Me?"

"Yes, you," I say, pushing away my plate of food as I hop of the stool and drag my hands along her legs, uncrossing them and opening them wide so I can step between them.

Her breath hitches and I smirk down at her, greedily licking my lips.

"Can I request that you always wear my clothes from now on?"

Her brows furrow, and she glances down at herself before she giggles, and a blush appears on her cheeks.

"You like it?" she asks, peering up at me.

"I fucking love it," I tell her, leaning down and pressing my lips against hers, kissing her with a hunger I've never felt for anyone but her. "Most attractive thing I've seen on your body, darling."

Her legs wrap around my waist as my tongue strokes against hers, and my hands grope her thighs.

Trailing my lips down her neck, I slip my hands beneath the top, sliding them up her body until they're cupping her boobs.

She gasps, and when I lower myself to my knees, she looks down at me, shaking her head.

"We can't. Not here."

Ignoring her, I drag my lips along her inner thigh, biting down gently on her skin, eliciting a moan form her.

"Why not? I want to eat, and what better place to eat than at the breakfast bar in the kitchen."

Before she can protest again, I swipe my thumbs across her nipples, sending a shiver through her body, and I run my tongue along her inner thigh, smiling against her when she spreads her legs wider, granting me access.

She gasps as I lightly flick my tongue against her clit, and she tilts her hips forward, silently begging for more.

Releasing one of her nipples, I drag my hand down her body until I reach her hip, wrapping my fingers securely around her, I pull her closer to the edge of the chair and then pull the top up until it's wrapped around her waist.

My eyes light up when I see her pussy dripping for me.

Not wanting to make a mess of the stool, or the floor, I lower my head, lapping at her centre and groaning at the taste of her on my tongue.

Her hand threads through my hair as she guides me deeper into her, practically suffocating me until I latch on to her clit and suck it into my mouth, stroking my tongue against it.

Her legs hook over my shoulders, and her nails scrape against my scalp as I continue my assault, licking, sucking, and biting on her sensitive clit until I start to go lightheaded and have to pull back to breathe.

She tries pushing my head back between her legs, whining and whimpering above me as she looks down at me through hooded eyes.

"Please, baby," she pleads, gripping my hair and using her feet on my back to bring us closer.

I smirk up at her, and move my hand from around her waist to in between her legs.

"Considering you asked so nicely," I drawl, lazily swiping my fingers through her wetness while my other hand squeezes her breast in my hand before my fingers clamp around her nipple, pulling it gently and causing her head to tip back.

Adding a finger inside her has her head shooting back upright as a breathy moan passes through her lips.

Not wanting to make her wait any longer, I add another finger and pump them in and out of her, curling them inside as I drop my lips back to her clit, sucking it into my mouth again.