“What… what did you want?” I could barely get the words out around the humming in my body.
He dragged his mouth along my jaw. “I think you know what I want, cupcake.”
The heat of his breath on my skin set me on fire, the wedge of his body between my thighs enough to make my pussy pulse with need even though he wasn’t quite close enough for me to feel his dick.
He reached my mouth, but instead of kissing me, which I was desperate for, he looked down at me, lust flaring amber in his brown eyes.
Then he grabbed me behind the knees and pulled me hard and fast against him.
19
AVERY
I gaspedas my pussy came in contact with his thick, hard dick.
When he spoke, his voice was a deep rumble, a vibration I felt in my core. “We’re not eating cookies.”
“I know.”
He lowered his head to mine and captured my mouth, his tongue driving between my lips with an urgency that took me by surprise after the languid kiss we’d shared in the foyer.
This time there was nothing leisurely about the way he consumed my mouth. His claiming was desperate and fiery, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my tits against his chest, molding the soft swell of my body to the hard planes of his.
His hands down the sides of my body, like he was mapping uncharted territory. His palms left a trail of heat in their wake, lighting a fire that brought my body to life in places I hadn’t known existed.
He rubbed his dick against my pussy and I moaned into his mouth as he slipped one hand between our bodies. His palm was hot against my inner thighs, his fingers practiced as they slipped into my boxer shorts.
I squirmed as he stroked my pussy over my underwear, grateful for the fact that his mouth was still locked on mine both because the kiss was delicious and because it kept me from begging for him to finger-fuck me right there on the island.
But in the end, I didn’t have to beg. He slipped his fingers into my underwear and stroked my slit before pushing two fingers inside me.
“Jesus fuck…” he murmured, kissing his way down my throat.
“Fudge!” I gasped, pushing onto his fingers, taking them deeper. “Jesus fudge!”
“Nope, I meant what I said. Onlyjesus fuckwill do with this wet little pussy wrapped around my fingers.”
My face heated at the sound of the word “pussy” said out loud, but it paled in comparison to the heat generated by the thrust of his fingers through my channel.
He used his free hand to pull down my tank top, exposing my tit.
“I knew it,” he said, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I knew all of you would be perfect.”
All that baking must have given him superior hand-eye coordination. Or maybe he was good at baking because he already had super hand-eye coordination.
Either way he was really good at what he was doing, pushing his fingers into my pussy, stroking my clit with his thumb, all while working my tit with his other hand.
Then he closed his mouth around my nipple and I moaned long and low with the sheer pleasure of it.
I gripped onto his shoulders and arched my back, matching the rhythm of his fingers with thrusts of my hips, arching my back to give him more access to my tit.
He sucked and lapped, covering my nipple with the wet heat of his mouth while he moved his fingers faster inside my pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet. I bet you taste like cotton candy.”
The thought of Beck’s mouth and tongue on my pussy was like rocket fuel at the center of my body, and I rocked my hips faster on his hand, reaching for the orgasm that had blossomed to life under his capable hands.
I dropped one of my palms to his chest, ran it across the flat plane of his abs, and slid it under the waistband of his sweats.