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“Not yet. I’d rather you take me to bed.”
“Sweetheart, my balls are in no condition for a repeat. I promise to make it up to you unless you would like to be my cake.”
“I wanted to do something for you.”
“You have, over and over again.”
I giggled because I had more sex with Oliver than I did when I was with men my own age. He was a machine even at thirty-seven. I placed my hand on his chest to push him away so I could slide off the counter. Hidden in the back of the oversized stainless steel refrigerator was a white pastry box tied with candy cane striped string.
I removed it and got a knife from the drawer, slicing through the string before I slid the box over to Oliver. He slowly pulled the flaps open before he lifted the top. Inside was a white butter cream iced cake with blue flowers on the edges. In the middle I had them write “Happy Birthday Oliver” in sapphire colored icing, the same as his ring.
“This looks delicious. What’s inside?”
“Why don’t you cut it and find out?”
I watched as Oliver removed the cake, getting icing on his thumb. I grabbed his hand and took the finger in my mouth, licking it clean with my tongue. He groaned and quickly removed it from between my lips.
“Christ, Ryleigh, you’re killing me here.”
“Slice it.”
He made one cut, then another to make a thick slice, grabbing a spatula from the drawer to lift the piece up. The cake in the middle was chiffon with the same butter cream filling as the icing on top of the cake. I got a dessert plate from the cabinet, placing it on the counter in front of Oliver before I retrieved a fork from the drawer near the refrigerator. He placed the slice on the plate then picked it up and inhaled deeply.
“This smells delicious.”
“Taste it.”
He took a small piece on his fork, and I watched as he placed it between his thick sensual lips. I knew I was in trouble because he was making me hot just by eating. Oliver slowly chewed, closing his eyes before he swallowed.
“This is fantastic. It reminds me of a cake my mother used to make.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up painful memories.”
“It was a good memory. Do you want to taste?”
“Just a little.”
He took a piece, and I held my mouth open for him to slip it inside. It was as he said, fantastic. Oliver took a swipe of icing on his finger and placed it against my lips. I once again sucked it inside my mouth, swirling my tongue over the pad. I watched his eyes grow dark and he noisily sighed.
“Forget dessert.”
He put down his fork and scooped me up in his arms, carrying me to the bedroom.
Chapter 4
I slept in Oliver’s embrace throughout the night. Our lovemaking was a perfect end to a perfect day. By the time I fell asleep, I was exhausted and now as dawn peeked into the uncovered slider, I could feel how sore my body was. Oliver pushed me to the edge again and again using his tongue, mouth and penis to give me pleasure I never thought I would experience.
I shifted against him, and he grumbled in his sleep, tightening his hold on me as if he thought I would disappear. I didn’t mind. I loved feeling his hard muscles against my body. I was glad it was Saturday, and we could sleep later. I dozed off again, waking to the sound of the shower.
The sun was fully up, warming the room with its golden rays. I snuggled deeper under the covers, my hands sliding beneath the pillow. A few minutes later, I opened my eyes to see Oliver exiting the bathroom, a thick ivory towel wrapped around his waist. It was the perfect vision for a lazy Saturday morning.
“You’re awake? Did I make too much noise?” he asked, noticing my gaze.
“Doing what? I only heard the shower,” I replied, stretching languidly.
“I worked out this morning,” he said, running a hand through his damp hair.
“When did you leave bed?” I asked, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. It was shortly after 9 a.m.
