Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Ford kissed and nipped his way down Colby’s body, worshiping every beautiful, freckled inch of her.
Her neck, as head thrown back, she writhed beneath him on the bed, her fingers working her clit.
Her breasts, spilling over her torso.
Her belly, her hips, each of her legs as he kissed down and up the right one, then turned his attention to the left.
He was determined to shower her with all the praise and love she deserved, that he hadn’t gotten a chance to the past three weeks.
“Best pastry chef in America deserves all the kisses,” he murmured against the inside of her left thigh. “The hickeys too,” he said before sucking a bruise that made her hips jerk off the bed.
“Ford,” she keened. “Quit teasing.” She flicked his nose with her wet fingers. “Best pastry chef in America wants her dessert.”
He licked the end of her middle finger, stealing a taste. “We’re not skipping all the way there yet.” Then claiming a fuller taste, licking a path from her center to her clit. “I have a pastry chef to eat first.”
“Fuck me,” Colby groaned, her fingers clutching at the bedsheets before finding their way into his hair. She snaked one leg over his shoulder, the other around his torso, holding him close as he continued to work her over.
Living for each panted breath, each curse, each “I’m close” before he slowed and started building her all over again.
Relishing the taste, the smell, the rhythm she set with the legs wrapped around him, rocking their bodies together, his cock drilling into the mattress with each roll.
Until he couldn’t wait any longer for dessert either.
He kissed his way back up her body, detouring only briefly for the toy, remote, and lube on the nightstand.
“Fucking finally,” Colby huffed.
He swatted her hip with the toy for the sass. “How are you the same amazing pastry chef who patiently waits for a soufflé to rise?”
She nudged his stiff dick with her knee. “I think it’s done.”
Ford couldn’t help it—he cracked up laughing, burying his laughter in her neck. He would’ve felt bad if not for her own laugh rumbling in his ear, her chest shaking beneath him.
The moment more perfect, lighter than he could have ever imagined.
He lifted his face, catching her sparkling hazel gaze. “Promise me something,” he said. “We expect more than one day, but we always leave room for the unexpected, for laughter and whatever life throws at us.”
She stretched up, brushing their lips together. “The unexpected doesn’t seem so scary when it’s with you.”
If she didn’t already have his heart in her hands, she would then.
He didn’t realize he was still lovestruck and staring off into their future until her fingers gently patted his cheek. “How about that dessert now? We don’t want the soufflé to fall.”
Little chance there with her stretched out naked beneath him, but yes . . . “Dessert sounds like a fantastic idea.”
They got both ends of the toy lubed, then Colby worked the shorter end with the g-spot vibrator inside her, her eyelids momentarily fluttering as she got it in place.
Ford handed her the remote. “You are the dessert master.”
“They gave me a medal for it and everything,” she said with a grin, then took the remote in one hand, him in the other, and guided him back over her, lining his cock up with the dildo end of the toy.
She turned the vibrator on, and Ford nearly collapsed on top of her, the strength of the vibrations, the pleasure it sent spiraling through him, wickedly surprising.
Colby’s smirk was just as wicked. “Grab my dick, Ford, and get us off.”
If there was one thing he’d learned in the kitchen, it was how to take orders, and he’d take them any day from the one he loved. “Yes, Chef,” he replied with a grin, then clasped them both in his slick hand and stroked.
They groaned together, the tug giving them both the stimulation and friction they needed. And when Colby ticked up the vibrations, the pleasure climbed higher.
Higher still as Ford rocked their bodies with his strokes, harder and faster as Colby continue to increase the speed of the toy.
Higher and higher they climbed until she was shouting beneath him.
“That’s the spot, that’s it, fuck.” Her body bowed beneath his, thrusting the dildo harder through his fist, ramming it against his own cock, and then he was coming with her, the toy’s ripples and the lingering quakes of her body beneath his wringing him out until he was a sweaty mess next to Colby on the bed, body half flung across hers, nowhere else he’d rather be.
Her fingers carded through his hair, her chest beneath his ear rumbling with gentle laughter. He propped his chin on her shoulder, gazing into the soft hazel eyes of the person he loved. “What are you laughing at?”
“A bad joke that flitted through my head,” she said, grin sheepish.
He tickled her side. More lovely laughter. “Go ahead. Let’s hear it.”
Another giggle, then those hazel eyes landed on his again. “Found the sweet spot, didn’t you?”
He rolled his eyes, she laughed louder, and he joined her until he couldn’t resist tasting that joy, that love that was indeed, the sweetest of all.