Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
BONNIE
I am exhausted, laying on the sofa, feeling thoroughly fucked and in a state of bliss. I have no idea what came over me on that balcony, but damn, he knows how to show a woman a good time. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and a part of me questions if anyone will ever come close to him, to what we just did, but I push it away to question another day. Not now. Not in this moment. Not when nothing could possibly disrupt this happy state I’ve found myself in.
And the reason for my happy state is walking towards me, with a bowl of strawberries in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other. I go to sit up, but before I can, he says, “Open your mouth,” as he brings the can to my lips and sprays the cream before darting his tongue out and licking the cream from my mouth. I’m dressed in nothing but a soft robe, which he undoes and moves to the sides, exposing my body to him.
Again? He can’t be serious. But it seems he is as he starts spraying the cream down my chin and neck, over one of my breasts, covering my nipple, until he stops the trail just above my clit. And then he pulls a scarf out from behind him, where I presume it was in the back pocket of his joggers, and he says, “Lift your head,” before he places the scarf behind me and wraps it around, covering my eyes so I can see nothing. My breathing picks up, my chest rising and falling from the anticipation. And then his mouth gets to work, licking the cream slowly, my skin coming alive, tingling, the sensation of not being able to see heightening my already turned-on state.
Jesus.
This man.
And it’s only the first night. Where no sex was supposed to happen unless agreed upon beforehand. Well, that went right out the window, didn’t it?
He trails his tongue down my body, sucking my nipple for longer than needed to lap up the cream, but I’m not complaining. It all feels so very fucking good as he makes his way to the bottom of my stomach and then lavishes my pussy with the same attention as earlier, albeit slower, more sensual, dragging out my pleasure and making me see stars.
I’m exhausted, mentally and physically fucked, my mind unable to comprehend doing it more than once in a day, because I’ve clearly been with the wrong men before this.
And somehow, I come on his tongue even quicker than before, my body spent and sated as he laps everything like I’m the best meal he’s ever tasted. I kind of hope I am, because I really don’t know how the hell I’m going to walk out of here after the weekend is over and let him go.