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I licked my lips, but couldn’t find a response beyond nodding.
He stripped off my bra and panties, leaving me exposed and blind.
A spike of panic gripped my lungs.
His lips along my bare skin soothed me again. “Lay down.”
At least I could climb into my own bed in the dark. But the texture was off. Rougher. The towel he’d fetched pressed into my bare skin. So many sensations I felt every day, but never paid attention to.
And we were just getting started.
The pause and absence of any sound or contact cranked my anticipation as much as the air on my exposed skin.
Lips brushed over mine, and I sighed. Cool liquid hit my nipples and I shifted to a gasp. The syrup flowed and pooled over my skin, and my pulse raced at the sensations.
Kingston dragged his tongue up my breastbone in a lazy path that teased around my breasts, up to my collar bone, and back down again. When he finally closed his mouth over one nipple, I whimpered.
He devoured one breast and then the other, licking me clean as if he were being graded and wanted a top score. A pause in his attention was punctuated by the hiss of the whipped cream can, and a new feathery light brush against my skin.
Then his mouth was back. Sucking and nibbling until I was clenching the sheets and whimpering.
“I love watching you.” His words hummed against my skin. “Always, but especially when you’re turned on. Your skin gets this stunning pink tinge. The way you bite your lower lip...Christyou do wicked things to me.”
“Me? To you?” My laugh faded into another moan when he drizzled syrup down my stomach. A flash of self-consciousness vanished when his mouth followed the trail without hesitation.
He covered me in an alternating pattern of chocolate, whipped cream, and open mouthed kisses, over my hips, my thighs, and spreading my legs to lick along the inner skin.
I didn’t know how much of the wetness pooling from me was syrup and how much was desire.
When he finally dragged his tongue along my slit, my hips bucked and I ground into his face. He plunged his tongue inside me, and my body gyrated in time to his attention. His thumb on my clit, circling and rubbing, over and over, time to his hungry licking, pushed me to orgasm.
Kingston eased his thumb away when I started to clench around him, then pressed back in again, drawing out my climax. Coaxing me until I was writhing in pleasure.
I collapsed back against the sheets with a breathless gasp. The darkness was comforting now. A way to sink into the mini tremors still tickling my senses.
The weight of Kingston’s body covered mine. His kiss tasted like chocolate, whipped cream, and me, and was sloppy. Hungry. Uncontrolled.
“I need to be inside you,” he managed between nibbles on my lips.
“Yes. Definitely yes.”
I heard the tear of foil—a condom—and Kingston pushed my legs farther apart to kneel between.
It was so easy to lose myself in sensation this way. How good he felt sliding inside me. Gripping my thighs. Pushing my knees to my chest. And then pumping at a frantic pace.
He struck that sweet spot that yanked me toward orgasm again, and I clenched around him, clenched the sheets in my fists, clenched my toes when I came.
His grunts reached that delicious crescendo that meant he was close too. I’d missed that sound. It was more enticing that my favorite song.
The entire world seemed to pause when he slammed those last few, frantic thrusts against me, and then stopped.
He rested his cheek on my chest as we caught our breath. I had no idea how long we lay like that, but it didn’t matter. This moment was as perfect as anything could be.
Kingston finally moved to strip off my makeshift blindfold, and kiss me. “I made a mess.” His tone was playful and not the least bit apologetic.
There were traces of chocolate on us, on the towel... some had gotten on the sheets. I didn’t care. I smiled and kissed him back. “I guess we need a shower.”
“You’re not going to get clean if we take one together.”
