Fuck, the sight of her pretty pink pussy, all wet for him, had his heart pounding.
He climbed onto the bed, rolled her onto her side, and rubbed melting chocolate along her pouty lips until it thinned, and a cherry was exposed. With a touch of pressure, he slid it into her mouth, followed by the gentle dip of his tongue.
“Eat up, Shannon,” he said against her lips.
She licked, devoured, and moaned, her sensuality flowing in waves.
“So good,” she whispered.
The fantasy he’d invented in his mind the night before unfolded better than he could have imagined. Now he wanted those messy lips all over him. The thought made his dick ache, the pressure against his zipper becoming unbearable.
He yanked the knot loose behind her head, removing the blindfold and revealing those enchanting ocean-blue eyes. She blinked to focus, her gaze hunting his.
Getting to his feet again, he worked to lower his zipper, the sound only heightening the anticipation.
“You know what I want, don’t you?” he said.
She nodded, but he wasn’t waiting for her permission. His jeans hit the floor, and he reached into the paper bag, selecting another chocolate-covered cherry.
“Open your legs,” he ordered, his voice firm, commanding.
Shannon’s breath hitched, but she obeyed, parting her thighs as he slid his hand between them, letting out a thick grunt when he found her warm and wet.
The chocolate smeared over her shorn pussy, adding to his dark desire.
“I’ll lick this up after,” he promised. “But right now, your mouth has work to do.”
Her gasp was a rush of excitement that mixed with a hint of nervousness.
“I want you on your knees, and your mouth wrapped around my dick.”
Her eyes darkened, reflecting the depth of the moment, her chest rising and falling with each eager breath. There was a hunger in her eyes, a willingness to please that made his pulse race.
With a firm hand, he guided her off the bed, helping her to the floor. Kneeling before him, she arched forward, her mouth taking all of him in, her warm lips wrapping around his length.
“Good fucking girl,” he groaned, his hands threading through her hair, pulling her in deeper.
He angled her head back, admiring the sight of her eyes locked onto his, those deep blue eyes that could make him lose all sense of time.
“Slowly,” he growled. The sensation of her mouth tightening around him was almost more than he could take.
Shannon responded, each wet drag driving him to the edge, over and over, saliva streaming from the corners of her mouth.
He gripped her hair, yanking her head back, the intensity of the moment too much to hold back.
“Enough,” he muttered, lifting her off the floor. He hadn’t planned on taking her this fast, but the need was too strong.
With a hand to the middle of her shoulders, he pressed her face down onto the bed. She adjusted herself, hips raised, knees spread wide.
Her needy moans filled the air as his tongue swept through her wet pussy, tasting sugar, chocolate and her natural desire.
Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of that taste. Each stroke of his tongue invited her hips to grind. But his dick demanded more. He rose, swatted her ass and positioned himself behind her, his hand on her waist, and with one deep thrust, he entered her.
Her inner walls clenched around him, the sensation almost overwhelming. Then under the urge, reality hit him…
“You on the pill, love?” he gritted out, hoping for an answer that would let him take this to the next level.
“No,” she panted.
