Her smile fades, and a whole new expression takes over her angelic face. She looks like she can’t decide between lunging at me or kissing me.
That thrill from seconds earlier resurfaces, only this time, it throttles me.
Becca wants me. She’s turned on by the thought of kissing me.
For a moment all we do is stare at each other. We exchange a quiet knowing look that has me buzzing from the inside out. I take in the way her chest heaves up and down, the way her gaze on me has turned hungry.
I swallow hard, feeling my heartbeat kick up. This kiss is going to fucking destroy me.
She blinks, and it’s like some silent gauntlet is thrown down. That shy smile of hers transforms. The corner of her mouth quirks up. It turns her face from innocent to naughty—like she can’t wait to wreck me with her mouth.
Well, fuck. I am so ready.
“We should probably film the video first, right?” she says in that breathless voice before clearing her throat.
I grunt and nod quickly, then pull out my phone and tripod from my bag. My hands fumble as I set it all up.
“What do you want to film me doing?” I say as I finish getting everything together.
When she doesn’t answer at first, I look up and see her putting together a small dish of ice cream behind the counter.
“You’ll see,” she says in a teasing tone. And then she winks at me. I almost choke. God, she’s like the perfect balance of angel and devil, and I can hardly take it.
“Come here,” she says when she’s finished.
I hit record on the camera on my phone and walk over to her. She glances over at my phone and moves so she’s in frame. She points for me to stand in front of her so that we’re facing each other. She holds a small scoop of some rainbow flavor. It’s topped with whipped cream, which makes me smile. I think that means she’s not letting that bullshit with her ex bother her as much anymore.
“What flavor is that?” I ask.
“Rainbow cotton candy.” She runs her tongue along her perfectly pink bottom lip.
I take a slow, silent breath in and out. We’re not even touching, and I’m turned on. I can feel myself getting hard, so I discreetly dig my thumb into the side of my thigh. The sharp pain helps me to deflate.
Before I know it, Becca dips her index finger into the whipped cream and touches it to the tip of my nose. She smiles, then I smile. And then she leans forward and licks the whipped cream off me.
A strangled noise rips from my throat. I grit my teeth, not because I’m mad—the exact opposite, actually. Fuck me, that was playful and shocking and hot. My dick is aching in my pants at the feel of her soft, wet tongue on my body.
That move she just pulled? It’s like foreplay. Sweet, candy-flavored foreplay.
She steps back and sets the ice cream on the counter. That’s when I notice her entire chest is as pink as her cheeks. She touches her hand to her mouth before resting it at her side. “Was that okay?”
I don’t answer her. I can’t. I’m not capable of formulating any words right now, not when my entire body is pulsing with heat and need, all from the touch of her tongue on the tip of my nose.
I just nod my head, rest my hand on her hips, and pull her against my body.
“Okay?” I grunt.
She nods quickly. And then I crash my lips against her mouth.
It’s barely a second before I’m moaning. Fucking hell, she tastes like sugar. And she’s soft. Her skin, her lips.So fucking soft.It’s barely two seconds into this kiss, and I’m about to lose my mind at how fucking heavenly her lips and tongue are.
She moans too as she moves her lips against me. I catch myself smiling as she pushes back against my mouth. Yeah, Becca is shy and sweet, but her kisses aren’t. She moves like she’s starving and I’m the meal she’s after.
A second later I feel the sharp pull of her hands tugging through my hair. I growl. It always, always drives me wild when a woman gets rough with my hair—especially someone like Becca. I don’t know what I expected she’d be like, but this? I really, really like this. A little sweet, a little shy, a little feisty and feral and rough.
My hands are digging into the fabric of her jean shorts. She presses harder into me, like she wants to be closer. I hook my hands under her thighs and lift her up. She instantly wraps her legs around my waist. I quietly marvel at the smoothness of both our moves, how it seemed to happen almost instinctively.
Still kissing, I walk the few steps to the nearby counter and set her on top. Her legs don’t budge. They stay wrapped around my middle, tight and snug, like she’s gripping onto me for dear life. And then I wonder if Becca would do the same with her legs if I were kissing her pussy instead of her mouth…
