He continues to jerk inside my mouth, and just as he moves to pull himself out, I take one last hard suck and swallow his release.
“Holy shit,” he says breathlessly, eyes popping open.
I wipe my mouth, satisfied with myself and the look on his face. “I’ll have my dessert now.” I smile sweetly up at him.
His eyes trail from my mouth to my legs as he yanks his jeans up. He lifts me from the floor and places me on the counter in front of him. “Me first.”
I lean back on my elbows and watch as he lifts my dress up to my hips. His eyes search mine for approval, and I nod. I want this. So bad. I didn’t know giving someone else pleasure could turn me on.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growls, narrowing his eyes between my legs when he finds nothing beneath my dress.
I shrug innocently, and his hands tighten around my thighs. He spreads them apart, stepping between them. I reach for his head and attempt to kiss him, but he dodges me with a wicked grin.
“What do you want, Barbie?”
“Kiss me.”
“Where? Here?” He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, but pulls away fast. “Here?” Dipping his head, he places a kiss on my left thigh, creating a path to my other leg. He keeps his gaze locked on mine as he dots kisses on me while I squirm beneath him. “How about here?”
I stop breathing as his mouth slowly inches up.
“You’re not answering me, Olivia. Is this where you want me to kiss you?” His lips skate over my hip, breath fanning across my skin. He hovers there, staring at me expectantly.
I shake my head, and his grin spreads.
He throws my legs over his shoulders, knocking my elbows down, but I keep my head lifted because I want to watch him.
He kisses a trail from my stomach to my clit, and I shudder when his warm tongue finally comes out, licking the length of me. I gasp at the sensation. I’m going to combust already. My head falls back to the counter.
“Ohh, you want me to kiss you here, baby?” I feel his smug smile against my skin.
“Yes,” I groan.
He chuckles, dragging me closer to the edge and tilting my hips so they’re level with his mouth.
Then he’s on me.
His tongue moves slowly at first, exploring, taking his time tasting me like I was minutes ago. His lip ring grazes my clit, and I jolt at the delicious mixture of his hot mouth and the cold metal. My hands reach for the counter, holding on for dear life. I’ve never been kissed like this before.
“Mmm. You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against me before spreading me apart with his perfect calloused fingers and licking me some more.
Heat trickles down my spine, swirling in my belly, orgasm already within reach. He sucks me between his lips before slipping inside, penetrating me with his tongue.
“Ahh,” I cry out, reaching for his hair. I tug and pull as he feasts on me like I really am his dessert.
His head lifts to meet my eyes, a devilish smirk on his face, tongue coming out to flick my clit. “Come all over my tongue. Want to taste you.” Then he sucks me into his mouth.
Oh. God.
My eyes squeeze shut as his tongue devours me. It might be even more magical than his fingers. It’s not fair for one person to be this multitalented.
My toes curl against his shoulders, hips bucking against his face uncontrollably. Stars dance behind my eyelids. He slips two fingers inside me with one rough thrust, and I black out.
My back arches off the counter as an orgasm rips through me. “Oh, God, Penn,” I scream shamelessly, taken off guard by the intensity of the orgasm.
He quickly pulls his fingers out, but his mouth never wavers, sucking and lapping up my release. My body jerks and convulses for what feels like forever, but he doesn’t let up.
I try to slide away, feeling sensitive, but he holds my thighs down, glaring up at me. “Let me eat what I earned.”
