Chapter 16 #2
Grady chuckles and then feeds the rest of the cake in his hand to me, fingers slipping into my mouth.
I barely taste the flavour, all my focus completely on him, his gorgeous dark-olive eyes, and a face I’ll never tire of looking at.
We could pick any flavour for the wedding cake at this point, and I’d be happy with it.
It’s all just icing. The stuff on top of the cake and the rest of it.
All I care about is being able to call him my husband at the end of the day. That’s all that matters.
He gathers more icing—this time the cream cheese frosting from the red velvet slice—and trails it down my chest, over my hip bone, and then wipes the remainder from his thumb onto my dick.
Fuck, yes. By the time he gets down there, my skin is tingling from his tongue, my entire body is rigid with anticipation, and my dick is so ready for him.
He mouths at my head first, flicking his tongue and avoiding where he’s made me dirty. Taking his time. If his goal is to drive me insane, mission accomplished, I’m already there. I was there before he touched me. All he has to do is look at me, and I’m wild for him.
His tongue slides up my shaft, lapping at the frosting and nipping gently.
Then he swallows me whole, and I cry out, my upper body curling off the table as I reach for him, cradling his head and encouraging him to never stop.
He’s hot and wet around me, perfect suction and speed.
He’s not trying to make me come, dragging it out with skill.
He squeezes my ass and then pulls my cheeks open, the tip of his thumb grazing my hole. My muscles clench needily. Except that when I rotate my hips to get him to push, he pulls away and grins down at me.
“That’s grounds for divorce,” I tell him with a glare. He can’t touch me there and not follow through. It’s too cruel.
“We’re not married yet.”
“We need to go down to the courthouse and get married so we can get divorced for that.”
“And what about the wedding?”
“We can just get married again then.” It’s a foolproof plan. Even he can see that. He better. It’s my plan.
“Ah,” he says knowingly, nodding. “Do you want to leave now? You’ll have to get dressed. Shower first; you’re a little sticky.”
“Don’t you dare stop.” Maybe it’s not such a great plan. It can be Plan B. Plan A is getting his mouth back on me and his dick inside me. Some taste testing too, I guess. It’s a big, flexible plan. All it needs is Grady right here with me.
Grady kisses my hip. “Which one should we try next?”
“Uh—” For what? Oh. The cake. We’re supposed to be trying them. “The y-yellow?” Yellow seems like a good choice even if I have no idea what kind of flavour that is. I like the colour yellow. I like Grady. Great combination.
Grady takes a bite first, making a humming noise that I think sounds like approval. I’m a little preoccupied by the crumb on the corner of his mouth. It would only be polite for me to lick it off, right?
Dragging him down by his collar is easy enough since he smiles knowingly and does as he’s told. I lick all the way across his lip, just in case. Best to make sure I get it all. The taste is more like vanilla than yellow, but what do I know? It tastes good, and that’s good enough for me.
He runs his hands down my sides as we kiss, stopping at my knees and using the hold to pull them apart. He drags me towards him until his hips hit mine, his hard dick between my ass cheeks. Too bad he’s still fully clothed, and he can’t just slide right in.
He gets a hand between us, thumb against my taint and fingers teasing my puckered entrance.
“Is this what you want?” he whispers against my lips. He caresses me with the tip of his finger, and I squirm, desperate to get him inside of me.
“You know it is,” I moan. It’s not like I’m interested in a game of Scrabble right now. I’m questioning the mind-reading skills right now.
“Stay here.”
As if I’m going anywhere, when I know what’s coming next. I’ve made questionable choices in my life, but this won’t be one of them. I’ll wait as long as he wants me to, just to get more of him. Though I can’t ignore these delicious chocolates beside me. Will he notice if I eat one? Oops, too late.
He knows the second he comes back, with lube in hand. He gives me a knowing look, a twitch to his thick lips. Might be because I’m still crunching too. Or the mind-reading skills. A bit of both? Multitasking. My man is so talented.
He drops the lube beside my hip and then rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. My tongue flicks out to taste the tip. He drags me up into a long, drawn-out kiss that has me gasping for breath and aching all over.
“Ready for another flavour?”
“I’m never going to remember these.” I laugh. Flavours don’t exist right now. All I can taste is Grady. The only nourishment I want is Grady. Everything else is just a pale imitation that wishes they were as good as Grady.
“Chocolate,” Grady muses, kissing across my jaw and tugging on my earlobe before moving down. “Can’t go wrong with a classic.”
“Yeah, it’s great,” I say in a rush. “You know what’s even better?”
“A good steak?” He streaks his thumb through the frosting and then licks some of the chocolate from it, making an appreciative noise.
“What I was thinking was more like—” I cut off with a low moan when he swirls it around my nipple and then a cry when he uses his tongue to clean up the mess.
Yeah—that’s—damn, that’s so good. Better than whatever I was thinking, which I can’t remember. Streaks of pleasure are like a lightning storm raging through me.
“You were saying?” Grady murmurs. There’s the distinct sound of the lube cap popping open, and my heart jumps a beat. He doesn’t need suggestions; he knows exactly what he’s doing and how to drive me wild.
“Nothing. I wasn’t saying anything.” I spread my legs and give him room. “Not a thing. Don’t stop.”
He goes back to my chest, smearing more chocolate and lapping it up at the same time that his lubed-up finger pushes into me, immediately stretching me.
Sensations are coming from so many directions, and all I can do is cling to Grady’s hair and ride the wave.
All the waves. So many waves, adding to the lightning storm.
The squirming is involuntary; there’s no way I can remain still while Grady fucks with me his fingers and licks me up like a treat.
“There’s still cake left,” Grady says, smiling against my stomach.
“You’re the cake,” I gasp, dragging his head back up to a nipple so that both of them get equal attention.
“Like chocolate? No, lemon. No, strawb—ah!” Grady bites down, a sting jolting down my spine that somehow feels unbelievably good.
Then suddenly, he’s dragging me off the table and into his lap while he sits on a dining chair.
His thick thighs spread my legs wide, and I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself.
He doesn’t say a word as our eyes lock together, and I lift myself up a little, holding his dick so that I can sink onto him.
It’s a tight fit since he didn’t spend a lot of time prepping me.
I like it this way, when I can feel the burn and the stretch with every inch of him filling me.
I also like it when he spends a long time prepping me until I’m bursting for it, and he can slide in with ease.
As long as Grady is part of the equation, I like all of it.
What I crave most of all is the fullness, and the connection. Grady.
I never thought I’d feel this content, satiated, complete, until I met him. I’m sure of every step that I take with him, and that total surety is new for me.
Bending for a kiss, I cradle Grady’s neck and rock myself on him until he’s fully inside, feeling like he’s pressing on every inch of me. I don’t think anyone has ever had a taste testing as good as this. It’s not great for decision making, but the rest is perfect.
“We haven’t finished the cakes,” Grady reminds me. More of those mind-reading skills at play. “Why don’t you pick one?”
“We didn’t actually eat the chocolate,” I say with a wicked grin. He spent a lot of time on the frosting but not the cake itself. It looks good, that dark colouring that says it’s a mud-type chocolate. Delicious.
Reaching over isn’t too hard since we didn’t move far from where everything is spread on the table.
I gather some of the dense chocolate with my fingers and carefully feed it to him.
He flicks his tongue over the tips and then takes hold of my hips, lifting me a fraction before slamming me down.
My mouth opens in a silent gasp, overwhelmed by the intense lance of lust going up and down my spine.
Grady feeds me some of the cake in return. I rotate my hips, dropping my head back, the taste of decadent chocolate mingling with the amazing feeling in my ass. Not a combination I’ve thought about before. That’s an oversight since it’s the best thing ever.
We continue the same thing with the next three cake pieces, sampling them as Grady slowly thrusts into me.
Nothing has topped the lemon or chocolate yet—or the way Grady is fucking me—but they’re nice.
Though I’ve barely tasted the last one. I think it might have been caramel.
Or coconut. They aren’t remotely the same thing, and I couldn’t say which one I just tasted.
I’ve reached my limit, and all I can focus on is Grady’s dick and the need to come on it.
I’m tingling all over; the temperature of my body is probably dangerous, and I need Grady so much that I know I’ll die if he doesn’t get us both off. Soon.
Picking up the pace, I arch my back to get him even deeper. “We should do this every meal,” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders to use them as leverage.
“What if we have guests?” Grady asks. He kisses my collarbone and then down, biting and licking my skin as he goes.
My toes curl, and I cradle his head while I fuck myself on his magnificent dick.
I can never get enough of it. I want to live with it inside me every second of the day.
“They can go home.” Sex takes precedence over guests.
They can get a burger on the way home or something.
They won’t die if they have to wait to eat, but I might if I have to wait to have Grady inside me.
I pull him up for a kiss, wanting more of his tongue as my orgasm creeps up on me, somehow both slowly and coming out of nowhere. Grady wraps a hand around my cock, which only skyrockets it closer.
“Don’t stop—just like that—ohmyfuckinggod, your dick needs to come with a warning label.
” One that includes that it’s all mine. No one else can have it.
“I’d fight them for it,” I gasp, planting my feet to keep myself steady while Grady fucks up into me hard, hitting the perfect spot on every bone-rattling thrust. The strength of him makes me giddy.
Euphoric. He’s so big I feel small, and I like it way more than I thought I could. Being the small spoon is the best.
“The warning label?”
What? I can’t remember the conversation.
I’m too far gone to answer even if I did.
I don’t care about anything except kissing him and—my orgasm rips through me, and I cling tighter to him, all my muscles locking up.
Yesyesyes. There’s nothing like this feeling.
The completion of our… completeness. He completes me.
That’s from a movie. I can’t remember which one.
They were correct, though. And when Grady groans, kissing me harder and gripping my hips tight enough there will probably be bruises, it’s even better.
He’s coming too, and for that split moment afterward, it’s like it’s just us in the world, and nothing else could ever matter more than right now, with just the two of us.
Collapsing against him, my cheek and ear against his chest, the sound of his rapidly beating heart is soothing. Enough to convince me that a small nap just like this is the perfect idea.