Chapter 36 #2
“You’re a hell of a woman,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, my thumb grazing the curve of her jaw.
She leans in, her lips just a breath away from mine. “You have no idea.”
And then, before I can kiss her again, she grabs the pint of ice cream and holds it up to my face, her eyes daring me.
“You wanted this, right?”
I grin, feeling the playful tension in the air shift, the easy warmth between us radiating into the small space.
“Yeah,” I say, taking the spoon from her and holding it up to her lips. “I wanted this.”
I pull away from her slowly, a wicked grin tugging at the corner of my mouth.
“You know,” my fingers brush the rim of the half-empty pint of Rocky Road that’s still sitting on the counter, “I think we could do something… interesting with this.”
Her brow arches, lips curling into an intrigued smile. “Interesting how?”
I step back toward her, my gaze never leaving hers as I grab the pint and spoon. The chocolate glistens in the light, an invitation to play.
“You like chocolate, don’t you?” I ask, a teasing glint in my eye. She nods, a little breathless, her pulse quickening under the weight of anticipation.
With deliberate slowness, I bring the spoon to her lips, offering her a taste. She takes it, savoring the rich flavor, the sweetness sliding down her throat as her eyes meet mine, her body already reacting.
But I’m not done yet.
I dip the spoon in again, this time slowly trailing it down her neck, letting the cold, thick chocolate drip down her skin in a slow, sensual line. She shivers, a breathless laugh escaping her lips.
“You’re making a mess.”
“Good,” I murmur. “I want to make a mess of you.”
My lips follow the trail of chocolate, licking it off her skin, tasting the sweetness mixed with the heat of her. My mouth finds her collarbone, kissing and nibbling as I move lower, my hands pulling her closer, urging her to give in.
Her breath hitches when I reach the curve of her breast, and I place a dollop of the ice cream right on her nipple, the cold touch sending a jolt through her. She gasps, eyes wide as she looks down at me.
“Don’t move,” I order, my voice rough with need.
I press my lips to her nipple, sucking the chocolate off, taking my time, letting the cold mix with the heat of her skin. Her back arches, a soft whimper escaping her, and I can feel the shudder that runs through her.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” I growl, licking the last remnants of chocolate from her, making sure to pay extra attention to the sensitive skin.
She grabs the back of my head, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me up to kiss her deeply, passionately. She can’t get enough of the heat, the sweetness, the hunger that’s consuming us both.
I shift her onto the kitchen table, her legs spread wide. This time, I pour a small amount onto her stomach, teasing her with the chill of it.
As it drips down her skin, I lean down and lick it off, my tongue moving in slow, agonizing circles. She gasps, her body writhing beneath me, desperate for more.
“I’m going to make sure every inch of you tastes as good as you feel,” I whisper against her skin, my hands sliding up her thighs, finding the heat between them, my fingers grazing the lace of her underwear.
Her hands grip my shoulders, urging me on, pulling me toward her.
“Please,” she gasps. “I want you… now.”
I look up at her, locking eyes. “Patience,” I tell her. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I take a strawberry from the nearby bowl, its ripe, juicy sweetness a perfect contrast to the decadent chocolate.
I press it against her lips, letting her bite into it, then lean in to taste the fruit on her tongue, mixing it with the remnants of chocolate, deepening the kiss as she moans into my mouth.
I trail the strawberry down her chest, using the fruit to guide my way, pressing it against her skin before I lick the juice off, my mouth following the path I’ve just made. She’s trembling beneath me, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her body aching for more.
I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out, the heat of her skin, the sweetness of the fruit and chocolate driving me wild, but I take my time. Every lick, every kiss, every touch is deliberate, pushing her closer to the edge.
“Please…” she whispers again, her voice rough, begging, but there’s still a controlled intensity in it.
I slide her shorts down slowly, enjoying the way her body moves beneath me. The night is still, but every inch of us feels alive, trembling with anticipation.
She’s bare beneath me now, her skin flushed, her body glistening with the remnants of ice cream and the heat of her desire. I lean back, taking in the sight of her, every curve, every inch of her exposed to me, inviting me.
I move lower, my lips trailing down her stomach. Her breath is a series of gasps, her hands moving to my hair, tugging me closer as if she’s trying to pull me into her.
But I need to draw this out.
I lean down, kissing the inside of her thigh, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. Her legs tremble, but she doesn’t push me away.
She pulls me closer, her body yearning for more. I can feel the heat radiating from between her thighs, the pulse of desire calling to me.
Slowly, I kiss my way up her inner thigh, my lips barely brushing against her skin, teasing her. She’s almost writhing beneath me now, desperate for the touch she knows is coming, but I’m in no rush.
Every inch of her deserves to be savored.
“Nick…” Her voice is breathless; she’s losing control.
I look up, meeting her eyes. She’s all fire, her chest heaving, lips parted as if she’s struggling to breathe. I place a single kiss on her lips, soft but intense, before I move lower, finally closing the gap between her legs.
Her body reacts immediately, her back arching, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she gasps, her head falling back. The tension has built to a breaking point, and now I can feel the sweet release of her breath as I let my tongue glide against her.
She cries out softly, her body trembling, and I know I’ve just pushed her to the edge. Her taste is sweet and intoxicating, the mix of chocolate and something uniquely her.
I keep my rhythm steady, not rushing, indulging in each response from her. Her hands are tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, her legs twitching with need.
She’s completely consumed by the moment now, her voice hitching with every press of my lips against her skin.
“Nick, please…” she gasps again, and it’s all the permission I need.
I shift my position, and as my tongue continues its slow, teasing dance, my hands roam, exploring every curve of her. She’s so responsive, so open to me, and every touch makes her shiver with pleasure.
The sounds she’s making are driving me wild—soft moans, quick breaths, the occasional sharp gasp.
Her body tightens, her hips pressing closer, and I know she’s close, so close. I don’t want to rush her, but the need to feel her break is overwhelming. I shift slightly, my mouth moving faster, more urgently now, and her body follows suit, her legs trembling as she pulls me closer.
“Nick…” Her body shudders beneath me, and I feel the surge of her release, the soft cry she lets out as her hips jerk upward in pleasure.
I don’t pull away. I follow her through the wave, my hands holding her steady as her breath catches, as her body trembles and shakes with the intensity of it.
When the shuddering finally subsides, I move up her body, my lips finding hers in a heated, desperate kiss. She tastes of chocolate and desire, and it’s everything I’ve been craving.
Her hands find my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion, as if she can’t wait any longer.
There’s no hesitation now. No waiting. Just need, raw and powerful, as she presses herself against me.
“Now, Nick,” she breathes, her voice hushed but full of longing.
And that’s it. I can’t hold back any longer. I shift between her legs, positioning myself, feeling her heat, her hunger.
Then I push forward, burying myself in her slowly, feeling the tightness, the heat, the perfect fit.
She gasps as I stretch her open, slow at first, but deep, intentional. Her legs lock around my waist like she needs to keep me inside her.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growl into her neck, biting down just enough to make her moan. “So fucking wet for me, Sara.”
She claws at my back, breath hitching with every thrust. “Yes… yes, Nick, don’t stop…”
I don’t plan to. Not until she’s wrecked.
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand, thrusting harder, rougher. The slap of skin against skin fills the room, echoing off the walls with her moans.
Her body arches, already close, but I slow. Control her. Tease her. Torture her just a little more.
“You want to come?” I murmur darkly.
She nods frantically. “Please, I need—”
“Then get on your knees.”
I pull out and flip her fast, pressing her down by the back of her neck until she’s where I want her on the kitchen floor, ass high in the air, dripping for me.
Her thighs tremble when I run the head of my cock through her folds, but I don’t push back in.
Not yet.
“You’re going to take everything I give you,” I say as I fist her hair in one hand, stroking myself with the other. “And when I come, it’s not going to be inside. You’re going to wear it.”
She whimpers, looking back at me with wide, wrecked eyes. “Please…”
“You want me to mark you, baby? Want to feel me all over your skin again?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Use me, Nick. Come all over me.”
That’s all it takes.
I grip her ass with one hand and stroke faster, watching her, watching my mess dripping from her thighs, her back arching in surrender.
When I finally let go, I groan low and rough, coming in hot, thick ropes across her lower back, her ass, the curve of her hips. It splashes across her skin, warm and dirty and mine.
“Fuck,” I growl, watching it drip. “You look so goddamn good like this. Ruined. Marked.”
She’s breathing hard, arms trembling, completely spent. I lean down and drag my tongue up her spine, tasting sweat and skin and sex, then kiss the nape of her neck.
“You okay?” I ask, brushing her hair from her face.
She nods, smiling sleepily. “Never better.”
I grab a towel to clean her up, but not all the way. I want her to feel it later. To remember.
“You’re mine now,” I whisper as I pull her into my chest. “Every inch of you.”
And she doesn’t argue.