Already feeling a little breathless myself, I bite my lip to hide the smile that almost breaks through. “Like you wouldn’t believe, Rosebud.”
“Okay.” I hear faint noises as she moves about, but then she’s in front of me. “I’m going to feed you things and you have to guess what they are.”
“Seems simple enough,” I agree, and she just chuckles. “What’s my reward when I get it right?”
“Mmmm.” She mulls it over a moment. “You pick.”Brave.She is so incredibly confident, either in her belief that I’ll never win, or that I’ll pick something safe. Oh, I am so, so getting her back for this.
“Deal.” In the next moment, I can feel her warmth from where she stands across from me.
“Open up.”
I do as I’m told, and the noise that leaves my throat when she places the first thing in my mouth is borderline animal.
It’s melted chocolate, this I know. But it’s on her finger.
My lips close around her skin and I lick, sucking it right off her skin but holding on just a little bit longer, enjoying the feel of her, her closeness, the sound of her increased breath before she gently pulls it from my mouth.
“Well?” Pleased to hear she is as breathless as I am insatiable for her.
“Melted chocolate. Obviously.”
“Obviously.” She chuckles.
“Hershey’s,” I continue, pressing my tongue to the top of my mouth, trying to nail down the taste and the flavor. “Cookies and cream.” Her scoff says she is disappointed that I guessed so quick, so with a smirk, I lean forward, sensing that she is still close. “Right hand, pinkie finger.”
I hear the quick intake of breath and her quick clearing of her throat.
“Right then, smarty pants,” she playfully scolds. “One to you. But let’s see how many you can guess.”
“Ready when you are, Rosebud.” Ready foreverything.
“Okay, next one.” She’s in front of me again, and before I can anticipate what is coming next, I feel her weight in my lap.
Straddling me.
Right on my already aching dick.
Without my vision to aid me, I am left with my imagination. And that guy is as filthy as they come. I see Rosie sitting perched on my lap in her dark purple lace, caramel skin, and free curls, and I make a pained sound, my head thrown back between my shoulders.
“What are you doing to me, Rosie?”
“Winning,” she whispers in my ear. The word itself helps me to snap back into my senses. She thinks she can throw me off with her sultry voice, her addictive scent, and promise of sex? Well, yeah…she can.But, I never shy from a challenge.
“Okay.” She sighs, her hands caging my face. If I were a stupid man, I’d think she was about to lean forward and kiss me, but she’s not that sweet. I know this is going to wreck me more than the chocolate finger. “I’m going to guide you, and when I say, you’re going to stick out your tongue and taste. Are you ready?” There is humor laced in her words, but I can’t get the words out, so I jerk my head in confirmation. Eager like a teenager about to see his first ever tit.
Her grip on my face tightens ever so slightly and she leans forward while easing my head toward her. “Lick,” she instructs, and I groan, my tongue coming out and swiping against her smooth and delicious skin.
A single lick was all I needed, and I push the flavors into my mouth.
“Mrs. Butterworth’s. Maple syrup,” I breathe, noting that her hands are still on me but have moved to the back of my neck, where her fingers play with the ends of my hair. I know this is her trying to distract me, but she could never distract me fromher.Her mistake being that I mapped her body that first night and burned her shape and taste into my memory the second time out of fear of never getting another chance. I fight the urge to cheer in victory knowing I am winning this game hands down.
She hums quietly in agreement to the ingredient I guessed, and I continue, “Left side, that smooth space between your shoulder and neck. You have a freckle there.” Her intake of breath is sharper, her hands freezing against my hair, and I don’t miss the quick “Fuck” she breathes, and my grin splits my face.
“Oh, Rosie. I think I found my new favorite game.”
“Hmm.” She tries to act unaffected, but she is still perched on my lap and I can feel her heat, hear her breathing, and Iknowshe can feel my hard-on under her. She gives herself away just a touch as she drops down onto it, ever so slightly. “Fine. I’m upping the stakes.”
Fuck yes.“I am all ears.”
